#oh hey henry! // charles

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Dancing in the Kitchen

Life Lessons Track 1

*italicized lines are lyrics from the song (or just slightly altered)*

July 2023

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May 2020

6 more minutes. The drive from the airport seems to be taking forever, but you know thats just because of where you’re headed. The bright lights of Monaco shimmer as the road curves and you’re home. The taxi pulls up in front of the building and you hop out, heading inside.

“Ms y/n! I didnt know you were coming today, would you like me to call up?” Henri the doorman exclaims as you give him a wave. “No thanks Henri, I’m hoping to surprise him. But here, this is for you.” You pass him one of the bottles you’re holding, “Tell the mrs I say hello and we’ll have to catch up when im back for a bit longer!” The elevator doors open and you bid him goodbye before grabbing the lift.

Knocking on the door, you wait. Joris said he was home, but that was half an hour ago so you’re hoping that hasn’t changed, when you hear music playing and someone singing along. It brings a smile to your face, and you knock again. Of course you have a key, but you think this will be more fun.

“Un moment!” He calls and the lock clicks. The door opens and Arthur’s standing in front of you.

“Damn it. Shh” you whisper.

“Uh, I should leave shouldn’t I?” The younger Leclerc responds.

A smirk graces your lips, “probably”. He rolls his eyes and heads back to the kitchen, telling his brother that somethings come up and he has to head out. As he passes you waiting in the living room he sticks his tongue out. Very mature, you mouth, before heading to the kitchen door to watch.

Charles is so into whatever he’s cooking that he doesn’t look up until you clear your throat. “Arthur, I though you left” he says as he turns. When his eyes lock with yours, he freezes and drops the tray he’s holding.

“Hey champ,” falls from your lips as his brain starts working again and he jumps over the mess on the floor to pull you into his arms and spins you around.

“What, wha….” You giggle as he can’t seem to complete his thoughts.

“We didnt get a chance to properly celebrate your win” you hold up the bottle of champagne in your hand. His hands rise to grasp the side of your face and bring you in for a kiss. You pour all your love into that kiss, all the hours of missing him while you’re on tour and he’s off to the races, all the missed phone calls and uncelebrated moments.

All of a sudden, the fire alarms going off. The two of you break apart and you giggle as Charles starts panicking

“Oh no, the chicken” and waves a tea towel in front of the oven to clear the smoke. He looks back at you and shrugs.

“Pizza?”

“Pizza” nodding, you pull up the number for your favourite place that delivers.

The music changes in the background to something slower, and you grin as you hear the first few notes. He bows and offers you a hand, pulling you in for a dance. Resting your head on his chest, you listen to the sound of his heart.

“I miss you” you whisper, “all the time. I didn’t think it would be this hard”

A single tear rolls down your cheek before Charles is gently lifting you chin so your eyes meet his. “Hey, I miss you too. All the damn time. It feels like my heart isn’t whole unless you’re next to me. But we’re both shooting for the stars, achieving the things we only dreamt of as kids. Doing what we were meant to do. Okay? Je t’aime tellment et mon coeur t’appartient” (I love you so much and my heart is yours)

Nodding, you whisper the sentiment back, before pulling away and pointing to the bottle of Dom you brought. “I’m so proud of you. You finally did it.”

Last weekend, he’d won the Monaco GP in front of all your family and friends. It hurt that you couldn’t be there to celebrate with him, so you made it your mission to find a way home as soon as possible, even if it’s just for the night.

The corners of his mouth turn up, “that for me amour?” Biting your lower lip, you smile “yeah, but….”

His eyebrow quirks like he knows what youre about to ask. “Can I spray it?” You ask sheepishly

He nods, laughing at your request, knowing that you’ve always enjoyed watching that part of the podium celebration and wanted to try it yourself. Grinning, you grab the bottle and pop the cork, dousing him lightly in champagne.

Charles grabs the bottle off you and returns the favour, soaking with you and the kitchen floor before taking a swig from the bottle. You pass the bottle back and forth as he pulls you back in to dance, both of you gradually getting tipsier. Champagne drips onto the floor as you sway to the sweet sounds of La Vie en Rose.

“You’re supposed to be in New York” he whispers, like saying it any louder will make you disappear.

“I’d rather be right here where you are. I took the long way from Singapore since we had a 3 day break. Its just for the night but I had to see you.”

“You know, we always seem to end up here.”

You’re confused, “at home?”

He shakes his head, looking a bit ridiculous “no, we both fly around the world, all over for work, but we always end up back here, dancing in the kitchen.”

Foreheads pressed together, you press a sweet kiss to his lips “I could spend a thousand nights right here. Dancing in the kitchen with you for the rest of my life.”

“As long as I’ve got you, everything will be okay” he mutters against your lips

“I’m forever yours”

Lost in your own world, dancing slowly around his kitchen, you both jump when a knock sounds.

“The pizza” you burst out in laughter as Charles goes to open the door, dripping Champagne all over the living room like a wet dog.

The rest of the night is spent curled up on the couch, talking about everything and nothing before you fall asleep tangled together. The next morning bring a teary goodbye as you head to the airport, unsure when the next time you’ll be together in person will be.

xx

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[princess-ibri]

For the Descendants kids with horrible and trashy names, how would you name them? From books and movies.

So I'll just go ahead and give how I changed each name for My Canon Descendants AU, to make them feel more like their own character/fit better with the og movies time periods/cultures. I didn't give them all unique names as the point of the project was to translate the Descendants kids into the actual movies, not make full OCs, (though I did end up making a few of those anyway xD) but I tried to at least adjust them.

Mal--Mallow (to go with the Nature name theme the Three Good Fairies had going on with their own names/Briar Rose)

Audrey I kept as it was actually a Medieval name!

Evie-- Eva, it's a pretty easy fix to more period accurate/Germanic sounding

Doug -- Doleful, to fit better with the Dwarfs Attribute names, plus he seemed kinda down in the first movie so the meaning felt like it fit

Carlos I kept because honestly I felt like it could fit in universe if Cruella's husband was a Spanish man, which he conceivabley could be

Jay--Jaamil, and no not because of Twisted Wonderland that just happened by accident xD

They orginally had Aladdin's deleted sin be named Aziz but there was already an Aladdin character named that in the TV show who was a villain so I changed it to Ahmed, like one of the other Arabian Nights heroes

Ben--I changed from Benjamin to Benedict as that was more French/period appropriate

Honestly I could 100% see Gaston naming his sons after himself so I kept Gastons 1 and 2 but I changed Gil to Gilbert (French pronunciation of course)

Lonnie...oh Lonnie. I changed her name to Chi, as with her patronymic of Li she would be Li Chi, which sounded similar to Lonnie but would actually be Chinese and is the name of a girl in a Chinese legend who slays a dragon, which was what I based her hypothetical movie plot on

Chad I changed to Charles, easy enough. Much more elegant and formal

Jane I just changed to Janet to make it a little fancier/Frenchier as well xD

Dizzy I changed to Daisy (though I suppose since she's French based, it really should be Marguerite...eh Daisy can be the nickname)

Uma I kept cuz honestly its a good name and her song is a banger 👌

Harry is fine, good pirate name, short for Henry, which also works. Harriet was fine too, just made her and Harry twins and made CJ go by her first name only of Calista.

Honestly with a pirate dad named Smee Squeeky and Squirmy also work, though they're definitely nicknames.

Celia works fine, it fits with the time/culture of 1920s New Orleans, though I did change Freddie to Frederique.

Getting into some book characters now:

Artie I changed to Amhar, a lesser known son of Arthur (could have done Mordred but as the kid was meant to be heroic I decided to go with Amhar, plus it started with A x)

Mad Maddy honestly isn't a bad name, but I did change it to Matilda to be a bit more Medieval sounding, plus linked her to Matilda of the Night, a Medieval witch legend.

(And apparently there's gonna be a son of Morgana Le Fay in the new movie named... Morgie. My gosh. Well we'll change that right back to Yvain. Her actual son, no she's not Mordred's mother no matter what the movies try to tell you she's his aunt and I will die on this pedantic hill)

Hadie I instantly changed to Zagreus. He's the literal son of Hades and goodness its such a better name. Same with changing Herkie to Hyllus. Also an actual son of Hercules and doesn't sound like a euphemism for throwing up.

Allie I changed to Mary Jean after the Real Alice's grandaughter, and when I made my Queen of Hearts Kid D4 hadn't been announced yet so I named her Aceline (a pun on Ace of Hearts)

Ruby and Anxelin weren't terrible names so I kept them, just made Anxelin a Dark Kingdom name xD (and apparently they're giving Rapunzel a third daughter in the new movie? Her name is just Zellie though...so I think I'll just keep these two. Zellie could definitely work as being short for Anxelin and hey, Rapunzel had twins in the actual fairytale so two just works)

Wrapping it up:

Claudine isnt too bad and fits the time period but I changed her parent from Frollo to his brother Jehan cuz that man should never ever get to be with any woman.

Clay Clayton I changed to Cecil after the actual Clayton character in the books who wasn't that bad of a guy.

Yzla works fine as a name for Yzma's daughter. I just changed Zevon to Yzon to match better and not sound so much like he escaped the 23rd century

Ginny Gothel I just lengthened out to Ginevra to sound more fantastical

I didn't actually do anything for Pocahontas as it always kinda controversial to touch. But if I did I'd of course just make her descendant her actual son Thomas Rolfe and apparently they gave Ratcliffe a son named Rick? So...we'll change his name to Richard or--well one sec let me see if Actual Historical Governor Ratcliffe had any kids.

OK! Looks like he didn't but he did die horribly. My Gosh.

Anyway I think that's everyone!

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[welivetodream]

More Incorrect quotes (TSH edition)

Charles: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.

Bunny: I photosynthesize with this.

Bunny: Hey do you wanna hang out this weekend?

Henry: Generic excuse.

Bunny: I can’t believe you said that out loud, to my face.

Henry: I can.

Richard: Hey, Francis, where are you going?

Francis: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell.

Francis: But right now I’m going to Starbucks.

Charles, teaching Camilla to drive: Okay, you're driving, Bunny and Henry walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Camilla: Oh, definitely Bunny. I could never hurt Henry .

Charles, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

Henry: Richard, you'll be working with Francis and Camilla.

Richard: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Richard: ...Of people on a team.

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[writing-wh0re]

Hey Hey!

I have decided to get back into writing - however, my requests are closed as I am writing for myself and sharing it with you all. I figured this would be an easier way for me to get myself back into it. Soooo I have decided to complete a mini series. Its a Royal Au! with Henry Cavill (because why not?) I hope you enjoy this as much as I am, I’m having so much fun writing this.

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Likes are great but feedback is golden!

Royal Au!

Pairing: Knight!Henry Cavill x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 2,264

Series Warnings: Smut 18+, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Vaginal Intercourse, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female and male receiving), Angst, Jealousy, Semi Public Sex. Mentions of Death. 

Part 1 - The Princess & Him

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Royal meetings were never something I enjoyed. Slipping in and out of a mindless daze while my father waffles on about, wait fuck, what is he saying?

“Ahh finally listening?” My brother whispers. I roll my eyes, nudging Arthur and pulling myself up straighter in the red velvet chair.

“Your highness, onto the next topic, when is the Princess set to disembark?” Sir Packerrton says, flicking through his paperwork.

“Disembark?” I blurt out, all eyes flicking to me. Although there are only 10 people in this room, including myself, their staring makes my skin feel engulfed in flames.

Sir Gilsten chuckles, his chuckle shaking his round stomach and slumped shoulders. He looks up from his agenda paper work, his thin glasses sliding down his oily wrinkled nose.

“Lucky you’re pretty my lady, you clearly don’t comprehend.” Glisten tuts, rolling his eyes and looking at Sir Frank who accompanies him in chuckling.

“I beg your pardon.” Arthur grits, “She isn’t the only one who needs an explanation, where is she traveling to?”

Sir Glisten slides his glasses off, pinching the bridge of his nose as if it pains him to speak to us. The room is almost silent as everyone takes in our shared reaction to this news.

“Princess Y/n will be disembarking the Kingdom of Midflora to Nules Empire tomorrow two hours after first light. She will be accompanied by Prince Arthur and their private Knights, Sir Henry and Sir Charles.” Sir Frank reads off the paperwork.

The mention of his name erupts butterflies inside of me. My eyes quickly flick to Henry's, his eyes quickly locking to mine before focusing forward, tuning everything out.

“That’s all well and good Gilsten but what are we leaving for?” Arthus questions, staring down the red faced man.

“For the Princess to find a husband.”

My stomach drops, my eyes go back to Henry, his jaw clenched.

He knew.

“And this involves me how?” Arthur demands.

“Arthur” I plead, not wanting to do this to begin with and certainly not alone.

The men at the table laugh, including our father who has been abnormally quiet throughout this meeting.

“Arthur, she needs a chaperone and I am too busy to attend myself, you must replace me.”

“Oh I’m sure Y/n can handle it, she’s going to be Queen before I’ll have the chance at King.”

“Arthur.” I warn, knowing he’s using our father’s threat of throwing him out of the family to rile him up. My mind races at the thought of becoming Queen one day, knowing it's not my path. There’s no way I’d be Queen before he was king, he’s older than me and his children will succeed me. He’s just pissed off. I quickly calm myself down, so many emotions swirling around inside of me.

“I thought I was free to find my own partner.” I spit.

My father opens his mouth to speak, Gilsten cutting him off.

“This isn’t just for you. Arthur, you’ll also be scouting for a wife, however it's not as urgent as your need is, Princess Y/n.”

My mouth falls open in shock. My need? I’m only 25 and I haven't lived yet.

“Why are we just finding out about this?” Arthur shouts, his hands slamming on the grand oak table.

The room fills with murmurs before our Father stands, following Arthur's lead.

“Out!”

Everyone looks between themselves, before following the King's instruction. The sound of the heavy wooden doors closing echoes through the room.

I cross my arms, looking at my father. Multiple waves of emotion threatening to spill.

Our Father sighs, sitting back down in his chair.

“I wish your mother was still here, she would help you understand.”

“Understand? Father, Mother was your riding instructor's daughter, she would understand the need to not do this.” Arthur shouts, his chest rising and falling with anger.

“Your Mother was different, your grandparents knew her and her family, they were honorable.”

“And you don’t think we would find partners that bring us honor?” I disput.

I feel Henry’s eyes on me, flicking mine to meet his, sadness and anger floats within his eyes.

“It’s easier this way.” My Father states, looking between both Arthur and I.

I take a deep breath, feeling a hand rub my arm up and down.

“It's okay.” Arthur whispers.

I take a shaky breath in, feeling a droplet on my cheek, am I crying? Fuck.

“Y/n, honey.” My Father softens slightly, only momentarily.

“Excuse me.” I stand, my chair rumbling against the wooden floor.

“No, We discuss things in this family.” My Father spits, his index finger pointing at the table.

“Do we? Because I don’t remember there being a discussion about mine and Arthur's love lives. It shouldn’t be a discussion in the first place. And the need for me to find a husband? I’m only 25, there is no need for me to accomplish anything!” I scream, my eyes starting to fill with more tears.

“Be up at first light, I’ll send Mia to wake you.” My Father states, his stare cold. I look over at Arthur, his face red and his fists balled so tight his knuckles are white.

I scoff, my vision becoming blurry as I walk out of the room. I rush through the halls to my bedroom, shutting my door and sliding down the back of it. The straps of my dress fall down my shoulders as I sob.

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A soft knock hits against my bedroom door as it pushes open.

“I’m awake Mia.” I mumble, my eyes focused on the sun rise as I sit on my bay window.

“I’ll be sure to pass it on.”

“Henry.” I breathe, closing the distance between us, my arms wrapping around him as he picks me up. Both of us holding each other, savoring the quiet moments.

“I’m sorry my princess.”

“When did you find out?” I sigh, pulling out of his embrace.

“Two days ago, they had me stand in during the meeting. Your Father didn’t make any comments, he sat there and stewed on his thoughts, I didn’t know what to tell you.”

“It’s okay, I'm just going to ignore the whole thing and not be a pleasure to be around. So watch out.” I wink, causing Henry to sigh.

“This is going to suck, seeing men with their hands on you.”

“Maybe I could tell them I’m an impure Princess, who longs only for a knight who knows how to touch all the right places and they will run for the hills.” Henry’s eyes darken at my words, his hand caresses my face, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip.

His eyes focus on my lips, before his eyes lock with mine, a small gentle smile dancing across his face before our lips touch. Gentle, soft and loving before quickly turning into hunger, desire and need. Both of us know this may be the last time for a while.

Henry’s fingers stroke through my hair, his tongue slipping into my mouth as they twist together. His other hand holds my waist, softly squeezing my skin.

“Please.” I whimper.

“Princess.” Henry sighs, the breathless moan sending arousal to pool between my thighs.

Henry pulls away from me, my lips tingling, my body aching for him. Henry steps back, a whimper slipping past my lips. Henry reaches out, gently slipping the strap of my silk nightgown off my shoulder. His touch caused goosebumps to litter my skin, a small shiver running down my back.

I slip my arms out of the fallen straps, the silk falling off my body and pooling at my feet. My naked body is on display for him.

Only him.

“Henry.”

“Y/n, baby, give me a moment.” He whispers, licking his lips as his eyes trail over me.

Blush heats my cheeks, butterflies erupting inside of me, hearing Henry say my name always has this effect on me. Henry slowly undresses himself. Tingles run through me at the sight of his naked body.

“C’mere baby.”

We close the small distance separating our bodies. His warmth engulfs me, his lips kissing and sucking my neck, a small part of me hoping he leaves his mark.

Henry picks me up, walking us over to the bay window. Henry sits against the soft cushion, my knees resting beside his thighs, his hands on my ass.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers, his eyes staring deeply into mine.

I cup his face in my hands, our lips meeting in the middle as Henry’s fingers rub my clit, my hips grinding against his movements.

“Fuck.” I whisper, my head falling back, his lips trailing up my neck.

He slides his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wetness before his tip nudges inside of me. My mouth falls open, breathless whimpers filling the area as I sink down onto him. Earning a low groan to rumble through his chest.

“God, look at you.” Henry moans, my hips rocking back and forth, one of his hands on my ass, helping to guide me back and forth. The other stroked my hair, watching my face contorted in pleasure.

“You’re mine princess.”

“All yours Henry.”

Henry moans against my chest, his face buried in my breasts, his lips sucking on my nipples.

“Say that again.”

“Yours Henry.” My fingers lace through his hair, fingertips scratching at his scalp as he continues to kiss my boobs.

“Y/n, god you feel so good, fucking ruining you for anyone else.” He groans.

My eyes roll back as his hips start to thrust up to meet mine, his dick disappearing deeper and deeper inside of my warm wet pussy.

“Henry.” His name passed my lips like a chorus, a song neither of us would tire of hearing.

I place my hands on his shoulders as we move together, his fingers rubbing my clit as his cock slides in and out of me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, earning a hiss to fall from his lips.

“Just like that.” I whimper, the feeling of his cock rocking in and out of me causing my brian to fuzz.

“Doing so well baby.” Henry whispers, his lips kissing along my jaw.

“Don’t stop, Henry, fuck, I’m close.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling our bodies closer together, angling my hips to meet his thrusts. His cock nudges against my sweet spot, my toes curling.

“Henry, god!” I yell, his hand coming up to cover my mouth.

“Be a good girl.” Henry warns. I nod against his palm, my eyes rolling back as I cum over his cock. His fingers slow on my clit as shocks of electricity flow through me.

Henry continues to fuck up into me, his thursts becoming sloppy as I kiss his neck, sucking and biting the skin.

“Cum for me, fill me baby, ruin me.” I whisper, biting his earlobe, his grip on my hips becoming stronger, leaving small bruises that are a reminder on my skin.

“Fuck, Y/n.” My heart swells with pride as my name falls from his lips. His head thrown back against the window, his thumbs rubbing small circles on my hips and his cock pulsating inside of me.

The morning sun shining through the window shows our glistening skin. Small marks left on Henry’s body and even smaller left on me.

“Y/n!” Arthur yells, knocking on the door. “You have ten minutes and I hope you’re packed!”

“Shit.” Henry and I say in unison as we rush around the room. I dash over to my draws, pulling out under garments and rushing through the wardrobe for something comfortable yet elegant.

I peek out of the wardrobe door, watching Henry do up his shirt, his eyes focusing on the land outside. God, how did I get so lucky yet so unlucky all at once.

I shimmy into a simple black dress, a scoop neck and silk fabric that fits against my body just perfectly.

“I always liked this dress.” I smile at Henry’s comment, his lips kissing my exposed shoulder.

“I thought you did, I think everyone else hates it.” I crinkle my nose causing Henry to chuckle.

Before anything more is said, there is a knock at my door.

“Y/n?” Arthur’s voice slips through the crack.

“You can come in.” I reply, Henry slightly distancing himself from me.

Although Arthur is aware after catching Henry and I in the garden in the evening, he is sworn to secrecy. Especially if he doesn’t want our Father to find out about his Bar maiden.

“Henry, I shouldn’t be surprised to find you here.” Arthur chuckles, looking between the two of us.

“Father is looking for you, Mia is coming to grab you bags but I thought I better interrupt, whatever this was before someone else did.” Arthur explains, as Henry nods at him.

“And I am forever grateful for your efforts with this Arthur.”

“As am I.” I smile at my brother who smiles back at the both of us.

“C’mon then, we don’t have much time and I don’t want to delay this for much longer, I’d rather it be over.” Arthur states putting his arm out for me to take.

I quickly turned to Henry, kissing his cheek before taking my brother's arm.

“Meet you down there.” I wink as Henry smiles at me.

“I understand this is going to be hard, for both of you and if at any point I can help ease the stress, make me aware.” Arthur whispers as I squeeze his arm.

“I appreciate you dear brother.”

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[crimsonvelvet]

Meanings of names. Batim/Batdr edition!

Hello there! I'm back with another name meanings list! This time it's the Bendy verse, because it was immortalized (Hehe heh get it) yet again, and I couldn't be more excited.

So! I will be doing the primary characters for both games, BUT not all of them. I’ll be doing all the folks from Batim, since there aren’t as many as in Batdr, which added a TON of new characters and I for the live of me can't do them all. It would take me an eternity, so there... So, I won’t do those who had like one tape or memo. Sorry. I also will not be including characters from the comics or the books. Yeah. (but I can do a part 2 if you guys want ehehehehe)

Let's go!

Toons (not doing the corrupted versions, they’re technically the same)

Bendy. I'm pretty sure that Meatly made it up from the name of some editing program. Something something Bender, not sure.

Boris. From a Bulgar Turkic name, also recorded as Bogoris, perhaps meaning "short" or "wolf" or "snow leopard". Hey! Literally a wolf!

Alice. From the Old French name Aalis, a short form of Adelais, itself a short form of the Germanic name Adalheidis, which means "noble type". Hmm, I like it! Fits her. I’m obviously also counting Twisted Alice and Allison Angel. They all have the same name.

Charley (one of my favourite characters hehehehe). Diminutive form of Charles, which means  "man". Literally. Just man. MAN. That’s it. I guess that fits... Charley is, after all, A MALE. Yeah.

Barley. Means “grower of barley���. Lmao. Just like that.

Edgar.  Derived from the Old English elements ead "wealth, fortune" and gar "spear". I mean... I guess? He has nothing to do with spears, but he’s got fangs. They’re sharp. Spears are sharp.

Humans (from here on going in alphabet order)

Allison Pendle. Norman French diminutive of Aalis, so basically the same as Alice. Cool! She’s very sweet, so it fits for her as well!

Audrey Drew (putting her here because I don’t really count her as an ink entity). Medieval diminutive of Æðelþryð, which is derived from the Old English elements æðel "noble" and þryð "strength". Oh, she sure is strong! 

Bertrum Piedmont. Means "bright raven", derived from the Germanic element beraht "bright" combined with hramn "raven". Uhhmm. Ooook then. Not sure where the raven comes from.

Daniel ”Buddy” Lewek. From the Hebrew name דָּנִיֵּאל (Daniyyel), meaning "God is my judge". Nuuuu, Buddy:(      I still feel very bad for him... Man, poor guy.

Grant Cohen. From an English and Scottish surname that was derived from Norman French grand meaning "great, large". Well, his boss had GRANT plans for the studio (please don’t hurt me, I know the pun is bad).

Henry Stein (the man!). From the Germanic name Heimirich meaning "home ruler", composed of the elements heim "home" and ric "ruler". OOOOHH, i love it! Considering he is the actual creator of Bendy, he technically is the ruler!

Jack Fain. Derived from Jackin (earlier Jankin), a medieval diminutive of John, which itself is derived from the Hebrew name יוֹחָנָן (Yochanan) meaning "Yahweh is gracious". Maybe Jack is jewish? It’s unlikely, but I literally don’t know what to say here.

Joey Dr(ew). Diminutive of Joseph, which was from the Hebrew name יוֹסֵף (Yosef), meaning "he will add". Endless torment, that’s what he’ll add. Ugh, poor Henry.

Lacie Benton. Variant of Lacy. From a surname that was derived from Lassy, the name of a town in Normandy. I couldn’t really find anything else, so...I guess?

Nathan Arch Sr. From the Hebrew name נָתָן (Natan) meaning "he gave". Wha-  what’d he give? A new chance for Bendy to be relevant again? Idk, really.

Nathan ”Wilson” Arch Jr (please don’t hurt me, but I kinda like him as a villain... Like, yeah, he’s creepy as all heck, but isn’t that kinda the point? So there, I said it). I will be doing his moniker, since duh. The name comes from an English surname meaning "son of William". Eeeehhhh, almost fits, just replace William with Nathan.

Norman Polk (eeeeyyyy it’s ma dude!). From an old Germanic byname meaning "northman", referring to a viking. Now that’s interesting. I can’t tell English accents apart very well, but I saw someone say he’s got a southern accent. And then there’s NORTHman. Hmmmm.

Sammy Lawrence. Diminutive of Samuel, coming from the Hebrew name שְׁמוּאֵל (Shemu'el), which could mean either "name of God" or "God has heard". Lmao, I guess his god really did hear him. And decided to fucking murder him.

Shawn Flynn.  Anglicized form of Seán, which on itself is the Irish form of John, so basically the same as Jack.

Susie Campbell. Diminutive of Susan. This was derived from the Hebrew word שׁוֹשָׁן (shoshan) meaning "lily" (in modern Hebrew this also means "rose"), perhaps ultimately from Egyptian sšn "lotus". Oh, maybe those are her favourite flowers!

Thomas Connor. Greek form of the Aramaic name תָּאוֹמָא (Ta'oma') meaning "twin". OH he and Buddy are technically twins! Or, well, clones.

Wally Franks. Diminutive of Walter, which comes from a Germanic name meaning "ruler of the army", composed of the elements wald "rule" and hari "army". Pffft, he’s the ruler of the army that got OUTTA THE STUDIO, yeah ok it fits.

Ink entities (not doing Sammy, Jack and Norman for obvious reasons)

Betty. Diminutive of Elizabeth. From Ἐλισάβετ (Elisabet), the Greek form of the Hebrew name אֱלִישֶׁבַע ('Elisheva') meaning "my God is an oath". The heck- did she turn into Sammy?

Big Steve. Short form of Steven, which derives from the Greek name Στέφανος (Stephanos) meaning "crown, wreath". Uhh, I guess? Is there something that we have yet to discover?

Heidi. German diminutive of Adelheid, which means "noble type", from the French form of the Germanic name Adalheidis. Damn, what’s with all the nobles? Unrelated, but I love her bowtie.

Porter. From an occupational English surname meaning "doorkeeper". Oooohh, ok then, he technically is one.

And that’s it! Whew, took me quite some time. Please do tell me if you want a part two with the other folks! I’m not sure, when (and if) I’ll make it, we’l have to see.

#bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #bendy #boris the wolf #alice angel #the butcher gang #batim charley #batim barley #batim edgar #allison pendle #audrey drew #bertrum piedmont #buddy lewek #grant cohen #henry stein #jack fain #joey drew #lacie benton #nathan arch #wilson arch #norman polk #sammy lawrence #shawn flynn #susie campbell #thomas connor #wally franks #batdr betty #big steve #batdr heidi #batdr porter

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Hi I’m back again, I have a request for our dear Wolfman, again. Would you please write a 50 first dates ?

Thank you again for everything!

💛💛

Thinking of You

Pairing: (Henry Roth) Leonard "Wolfman" Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth) x (Lucy Whitmore) Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Leonard “Wolfman” Wolfe (Henry "Wolfman" Ruth), Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Carol Bradshaw, Bradley Bradshaw, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, Ron “Slider” Kerner, Rick “Hollywood” Neven, Marcus “Sundown” Williams, Sam “Merlin” Wells, Charles “Chipper” Piper, Mike “Viper” Metcalf, Bill “Cougar” Cortell, Charlotte “Charlie” Blackwood, Penny Benjamin

Warnings: Fluff, angst, this is cute, Leonard is adorable, reader watches out for herself, everyone is protective of the reader and it's adorable, no fisherman here, only ranchers and cowboys, small town vibes, Iceman and Viper are the best, Pete can't cook for the life of his business, few funny moments, few serious moments here and there

Word Count: 5,307

A/N: I am so so sorry for taking forever with this one. I did not forget it, I promise. It was a whole thing with trying to find inspiration and rewatching the movie for research. But it... is... done!!!

Viper still refers to Bradley as a baby because he is (in his eyes)

Charlie is the horny German lady which I find hilarious

Yes, I used the TGM Squad as the kids for everyone who had children in the movie

The guys all have a work past with Viper

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He takes a seat at the counter, minding his own business as he reads a menu.

You smile as you walk inside, you always love coming here and not just because you get to see Penny and Pete, your favorite couple at the restaurant but because you get to make your waffle buildings.

‘Maybe today I’ll build a hut. Oh, and for the steam we can use coffee.’

Penny notices there’s a little pep in your step while she hands you a menu. “How are you doing, Butterfly?”

You giggle, “I’m doing just fine.”

She smiles and tells you your table is free.

He sees you enter the restaurant, sitting down in one of the empty booths in the middle of the row.

Penny turns around filling another customer’s coffee, she notices the looks he’s sending your way and needs to stop it before things can progress, you don’t need any more heartache (even if you don’t remember it today).

It would also save him from meeting your dad, who’s in charge of the port, Viper aka Mike or your cousin, Iceman aka Tom.

“I wouldn’t,” she tells him.

He furrows his brows and turns towards the waitress. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“You’ll only find yourself heartbroken if you try to pursue her.”

“What makes you say that?”

She purses her lips; she doesn’t find it necessary to tell him of your accident. But then she realizes he’s new and must be one of the few new cowboys that came into town.

“You’re gone for more than half of the year doing what you do. You’ve never met her but if you did and it was time to leave both of you would be crushed. Imagine how much that for a second.”

“Maybe she’d come with me.”

“She-” She sighs at the wound of glass breaking. “Excuse me while I go kick my husband out of the kitchen.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Pen.”

“Out of the kitchen, Maverick," a new voice says.

He doesn't know it, but it was the actual cook, Marcus.

He sighs, pushing the doors open, taking a seat beside the man. “Sounds like you did good there.”

The dejected man chuckles, “yeah.”

“Hey. You happen to know that girl sitting in the booth, would you?”

Pete glances over his slumped shoulder. “What’s it to you?”

“Woah. Woah. Why is everyone so aggressive? I was just asking a question.”

“A question that shouldn’t be asked.”

“Okay. Message received.”

“You seem like the type who won’t take no for an answer?”

Leonard chuckles, “am I really that transparent?” He chuckles to himself as he takes a sip of his coffee until he turns back to look at Pete and realizes how serious this whole thing is. “Oh, shit. Sorry, I just thought-”

“She wouldn’t go for a guy like you,” a voice says sitting on the other side of the rancher.

The two men angle their bodies to hear the man better.

Pete gives him a sarcastic smile. “Yeah, thanks for that, Cougar. We don’t need to give it any more ideas.”

“First off, it has a name and oh, she’s trying to make a door.”

The two look back and focus on you trying to get the finishing touches to your waffle house done.

He debates on walking over to you after hearing everyone’s warnings.

Clearly no one here wants to see anything bad happen to you if they’re this willing to stop him before he could try anything.

He pushes himself out of the chair, grabs a toothpick before heading over to you.

“Hey,” he starts off not to startle you entirely before sticking the toothpick in place, opening and closing the door to show you how well it works. “I thought this might help you a little more.”

You glance up at him, giving him a smile. “Well, then I guess the only thing I can say is thank you. To be honest, it probably would have taken me five minutes to figure it out, so again, I thank you for saving me from any potential embarrassment.”

Leonard lifts his hat, “I always do what I can to help a beautiful lady such as yourself.”

“Ah, I bet you say that to everyone you see then.”

He chuckles. This certainly isn’t what he was expecting when he walked over, it's different, nice even. “May I,” he gestures to the empty side of the booth.

“Please, I’d like to look a little less pathetic in front of, well everyone here.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“You flatter girls to get them in your bed and expect that very thing to happen, don’t you?”

“Uh- well,” he stutters.

You shrug, “doesn’t matter now. I’m just happy to have some company even if it’s just for a minute or two.”

“Well, then I’m happy to be of service.”

You dazzle him with another smile.

This is different from the other times he's gone out with girls.

You lift your watch to check the time. “Oh, looks like it's time for me to go. Sorry,” you sheepishly shrug as you reach for your bag.

“Uh- oh, okay. Yeah, I guess it’s time I went back to work.”

You get up and barely walk past him when you stop. “Is that you?”

“Is what me?”

“The farm smell?”

His mouth opens into an “o” making it obvious he now knows what you’re talking about. “Oh, yeah. Perks of being a rancher. Sorry about the smell. I didn’t realize it was so bad.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s- it’s not that. It’s just- it's more of a comfort thing. It reminds me of my family because my dad and my cousin are in the ranching business, and this is- the smell of, well the farm, is basically what I grew up with.”

He nods, “okay, good to know I don’t smell too much like shit.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Happy to help but I seriously have to go now.”

“Okay.”

You head over to Penny and pay her before saying bye to everyone.

Leonard shakes his head once he sees your car leave. “She sure is something else.” He then heads over to his car, sneakily watching you leave.

-

He spends the night talking to Rick, watching his kids. “So, you gonna ask her out?”

“Me?” Leonard shakes his head, pulling Rick’s youngest, Javy, away from the fence before his beloved (crazy) goat comes over and towards the edge to scare the kids.

The rancher isn't going to have his headbutting, crossed eyed goat injure another one of his friends' kids (even if it's on them because they didn't listen). “I- no.”

“You like her?”

The kids’ “ooh” at their dad’s comment.

“What? No. She’s just- she’s... busy?”

“Excuses.” He pushes himself off the fence, “come on kids. Your uncle needs alone time to process the fact that he’s a wimp.”

The kids mumble wimp under their breaths as they walk by.

He’s left alone with his thoughts.

-

“Did she get offered any drugs today?” Mike asks his nephew.

Tom shakes his head, “no and you know she wouldn’t take anything anyway.”

“She wouldn’t know.”

The blond glances over at the older man.

“Don’t give me that look boy.”

Neither of them says anything else as they go their separate ways before going out to the garage so they can repaint the wall.

Nick and Carole walk to the open space, "hey guys."

"Do you know what got her in such a happy mood today?" Mike asks.

The couple glance at one another.

"When we went to get food, Penny said that one of the new ranchers came in and talked to her, but I don't know what happened," Carole tells him.

"A new rancher?"

She nods. "Yeah, he's the only one here who wears his hat twenty-four seven."

"And you don't know anything about this?" Tom asks Nick.

The mustached man narrows his eyes at him, "if we knew anything else we would have told you."

"I'm just checking, mother Goose. No need to get your p-"

Mike smacks his nephew on the back of his head. "Stop it. Nick take another roll and again, thank you for the food, Carole. If you could just-"

"Set it on the counter for later, I'd be happy to."

"How's life been with the baby?"

"It's been great. I know it makes her sad that we can't bring him around here. All they've wanted since they were kids was for their kids to be friends and hangout all the time."

Mike sighs, "yeah."

Carole sneaks up the stairs to check on you. She barely opens the door and sees you standing there, a smile breaks across her face. She's happy to know that you're safe and sound for another day.

-

The next day is a weird one... for Leonard.

He had no idea what was going to happen when he made his way to the restaurant, and he most certainly wasn’t expecting you to not remember him (and mean it).

Sure, he’s had a few girls say they don’t remember him but after some persuading and mentions of certain clues, they break, this time with you though, not so much.

A few minutes passed after you ran out until someone explained to him why he shouldn’t continue doing what he’s doing.

“Everyone knows but,” Penny sighs. “She was in an accident that killed her mom and left her with what the doctors believe to be permanent brain damage.”

That is the last thing Leonard was expecting to learn about you. “All those light threats make sense now.”

“Now that you know, are you going to keep trying to date her?” Penny asks him. "Because if you’re not and you break her heart, you can just leave now. We won’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”

He nods and finishes his coffee, coming up with a few ideas.

-

Rick lounges on his couch, as usual, and watches as his friend jots down a few things. “You must really like this girl if you’re so willing to do just about anything for her.”

Leonard shrugs, “I don’t think that’s it.”

“Well, you’re doing something really nice for her, someone you’ve met a few times. As for me, your best friend barely gets a birthday card.”

“You’ve been giving yourself your own gift every year.”

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”

“Your kids.”

“Damn, you’re good.”

-

He sits at the counter in front of the kitchen, waiting for you to come in so he can ask to eat with you.

You enter, at the same time as always, greeting Penny and Pete before sitting down to look at the menu.

He stands up and walks over to you, “hey, is this seat taken?”

You look up from the menu, “yeah, that’s my boyfriend's seat.”

“Oh, it is?”

You nod, “and he won’t be happy to know that some random guy sat there while talking to his girlfriend.”

“What if we say we’re just friends?”

“Are we though? I mean, I don’t even know your name.”

“Leonard.”

“I wasn’t asking. Look, I gotta go.”

Everyone hears the commotion outside and runs out to see what’s happening, Penny and Leonard being the fastest to get outside when they hear your voice.

“It’s not- it’s October thirteenth.”

Nick slams his car door closed before rushing over, wrapping his arms around you, wanting to give you some kind of protection.

Leonard takes a step forward, ready to tell the cop everything when Penny gets to him first.

Pete grabs the cowboy, “you and Goose are gonna take her home. She needs to be with her family right now. She needs comfort.”

He nods, taking his words into consideration.

The boys get you into the car, but the ride home is a blur, you don’t even know if you’ve responded to Leonard.

-

Your father and cousin are outside before you know it.

"What happened?" Mike asks, taking in your state of distress.

Nick looks up at the older man with sad eyes. "She found out again."

He closes his eyes, rubbing his chin.

Tom comes to your other side, the two men helping you inside.

The mustached man stops the rancher before he could step any further onto his front porch. "I'm gonna have to stop you right there."

Leonard furrows his brows. "What do you mean?"

"You being here isn't good for her."

"What does that mean?"

"This is something we've done before. You have never been involved."

"How would you know?"

"You don't know her, and you don't need to concern yourself with her. I'm asking you once and only once. It's time for you to go."

The man turns around, not even waiting to see if he's going to walk away.

Nick peaks through the window, whispering, "what are you doing?"

Leonard rushes closer. "He kicked me out."

"He doesn't want her to be more heartbroken than she is. Are you here for her or for you?"

"What- why are you asking?"

"If you're here because you want to date her, I'll let you in. If not, you can turn your sorry ass around."

He didn't even have to hesitate. "Open the door."

The blond smiles and lifts the windowpane higher. "You said you'd open the door."

"I'd like to not have my ass kicked too bad, thank you."

He rolls his eyes and crawls through, listening to your cries as you listen to what you went through again.

"Can we- I want to talk to the doctor." You quietly hiccup, "I'm sure I've already talked to him but let me go again. Please?" You ask your father.

He nods and you all are off to the facility you were in for some time after your accident.

-

"It's the same thing I've told you before," Dr. Simpson finishes.

You nod, "I'm sure you have, and I appreciate you taking the time to explain it to me again."

Leonard and Nick were stuck talking to one of the patients, (ten second) Sam.

"Hi, I'm Sam."

They nod and introduce themselves to him and continue to do so until Tom grabs them by their collars, hauling them out of the building.

"You two idiots wanted to stay. Stop getting distracted."

-

Once you got home, you decided to go to your room and write in your journal, needing to process everything.

"Would it- could I go talk to her?"

Mike silently nods.

"Go get 'em, tiger."

Nick averts his gaze your dad's stern look.

-

He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer as he removes his hat.

The door swings open.

You stare at him through your lashes. "What do you want?"

"To talk. Check on you."

"I'm fine. Go home. I'd say I'll talk to you tomorrow, but I'll forget you by midnight." You walk back into your room, leaving the door open.

He takes that as an invitation and enters. "I- uh-"

"I don't want you to feel like you have to stay after everything you’ve learned. I would understand if you didn't want to talk anymore."

"No!" He nearly screams before realizing his mistake and sits down. "I mean, I don't mind it. This- your twenty-four-hour memory is no problem. I- I actually think you're worth getting to know, every day."

You don't give him a verbal response as you nod, unsure of how to respond.

As you two bask in the silence, the other's downstairs are preparing for the next day.

-

“You coming to the garage or are you going to call Carole?” Tom asks him after his uncle walks out of the room.

“What do you think?”

Your cousin rolls his eyes, “still as lazy as the day I met you.”

“Hey, I am offended.”

“Good.”

Nick shakes his head, mumbling a variety of comebacks that he would never say out loud because he values his life.

-

Leonard reaches around, rubbing your shoulder, not realizing the time or what’s about to happen.

You wake, opening your eyes and start screaming, alerting everyone in the house.

Tom and Mike make it to your room in no time.

The older man hauls the rancher out of your room and out of the house. “I thought I told you to stay away.”

“You might have.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“Sir, I really care about your daughter and honestly, the thought of showing her how much I care about her everyday sounds-”

“Like you’ve got some kind of ulterior motive.”

“That hurts. No, I mean, telling her every day that I care for her and making her fall for me again and again. I can’t explain it but, I know I’m the right guy for her. Everyone here cares for her and I’d like to count myself lucky enough to be a part of that community. I know you think I’m messing with her but that’s not true and even if you push me away, I will still be here and continue to stand by her.”

Mike has a lot to think about now.

He nods, “don’t come around today. She needs time to heal and take it all in, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure I'll hear from you later. Now go.”

Leonard smiles as he leaves. He spends the day making a gift, as a precaution he doesn’t come by for a couple of days.

Leonard has a lot of things to think about.

If he stays and builds a relationship with you, he’s going to be putting his dreams on the back burner; something he’s had his mind set on for a long, long time now.

Can he, do it?

Is it worth it?

As much as it hurts him to think about, he needs to. But then he thinks of you again and it is.

He makes a mental note to email his response.

-

He knocks on the door and Tom answers it. “You’re back? I thought you decided to leave.”

The rancher shakes his head, “nope. Can’t get rid of me that easily. I- uh- I actually made something and I want to play it for her. I don’t know if it’ll help but, you never know.”

He steps aside, giving Leonard enough room to walk by.

“Thanks.”

You and your father enter the living room, seeing him placing the tape in the VHS player.

The tape plays before either of you could ask what's going on.

Your name flashes across the screen, drawing your attention along with mentions of the accident and Bradley, Carole and Nick's son who's four now.

You touch the scar hidden by your hair.

Tom stands back, waiting for what you decide to do.

Mike rubs his hand across his face. "Did you do this?"

He nods. "I did."

You take a deep breath and grab his arm, bringing him with you.

-

"Where are we going?"

You don't answer him.

"Should I be worried?"

You stop in front of your car. "Do you ever shut up?"

"I could."

"Do it now."

"Stop being mean to me or I swear I'm gonna fall in love with you."

You roll your eyes. "I need to talk to you, and I don't want to do it with my guard dogs nearby."

"Oh, sure."

He opens the door for you, earning a furrowed brow look from you.

You don't say anything as you drive to the one place no one knows about.

"Are we-"

"The accident site, yeah. I didn’t know that at the time but now that I do, it doesn't change the special value it holds."

"That's good." He turns to you, seeing the way you're staring at him. "What?"

"We need to end this."

"End what?"

"You know what."

"Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Leonard-"

He cuts you off before you can continue. "You remember my name?"

"If you'd let me get a word in, you'd know that the only reason I know of you is because I have a journal. I've been keeping notes of everything, I just- I never realized it."

"And that means we need to not see each other anymore?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"

"You."

"I'm not following."

"You," you close your eyes, huffing through your nose. "You're so sweet and have been since we first met but you're going to get hurt."

"What makes you think that?"

"You've stayed longer than any guy ever has but to do this every day is just- I know it's a lot."

"It's nothing."

"See, that!" You point at him. "That right there is exactly why I'm ending this. You've got such a pure heart and I can't be the reason it breaks when you realize it's not worth it to stay."

"Who's to say that I'll stop feeling what I do?"

You avoid eye contact as your tears blur your vision. "You will, just like I know how my father and Tom are tired of it. They'll never admit it, but everyone has their breaking point and I think us meeting and seeing each other has pushed theirs. I'm really sorry, I like you. I do but I'm doing this to protect us."

You offer him a weak smile as the tears spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.

Before you leave to go back inside, you hand him your journal.

He pulls you back and kisses you.

Your first kiss with one another and it's amazing but can't last forever.

You pull away, walking inside with heavy steps; barely able to keep yourself together.

Tom nor Mike stops you, but they do make sure to call Nick and Carole, knowing you'll need a good day tomorrow even if you don't remember it.

-

Leonard doesn't come into the diner for a few days.

Carole sits with you at your job while Rick, Nick, and Pete drive Mike and Tom to see him off.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"We couldn't let you leave without saying goodbye," Rick tells him.

"That's nice but how do you know these guys?" Leonard points between the guys in the group.

"We used to work together before I decided to settle down," his friend explains.

"Is that what you've been telling people?" Pete asks, staring at the man with a confused expression.

Rick glances at the man, "what are you talking about? Of course, that's what I've been telling people. It's the truth."

Pete shrugs, "I just thought-"

"Thought what?"

Nick smacks the two across the back of their heads. "Alright you idiots, there's a time and a place to talk about this. Now is not it."

The two grumbled, rubbing the now sore spot.

"We came here to talk to Wolfman before he left."

"You told them?"

"We all worked for him," Rick points to Mike. "Of course, I'm going to tell them."

"Anyway," the oldest chimes in. "We're here to send you off but not before giving you this." He hands him a CD.

"Really?" The rancher asks, not understanding the sentimental thought behind it just yet.

Mike nods, "I think you'll like it. Check side B, song four. Everything will make sense after that." The older man walks away, letting the others take their time in following.

Nick pats Leonard on the back, saluting him before wishing him luck. "I wish you luck, my friend."

"I'm pretty sure you just jinxed me."

"That's for the theater and you're going to need it one way or another."

The rancher frowns.

Pete chuckles, "you really leaving?"

The blond shrugs. "What else can I do? She told me she doesn't want me, and I can't force myself into her life, you know. Whether she remembers me or not. I'm going to respect her decision."

"That's really nice of you, not everyone would do that."

"I keep telling you I'm not like everyone."

"And I understand why. You're going to do great, kid."

The man in the cowboy hat purses his lips as his brows knit together in confusion. "If I'm not mistaken, we're the same age."

"Potato, potahtoe."

"Not the same."

Pete smirks and slaps his arm before jogging to Mike's car.

"You really want to leave?" Rick asks, standing beside him, resting his arms on the fence. "Because I'm not buying this whole "I can do this" thing. I mean, from what I've heard it sounds like you love her but who am I to assume."

Leonard shakes his head, "you heard wrong."

"That's a load of bull and you know it."

"You'll never know."

"The kids are going to miss you."

"They'll find something else to occupy them."

“You know they won’t.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

Rick’s hand hovers over his friend’s shoulder, he doesn’t pat him like everyone else had (knowing he’ll be back in no time). “You’re an idiot.”

Leonard lets out a dry, “thanks.”

Tom gives him a knowing look, “you know I’m right.”

“If you’re just going to be a jerk, leave with the others. I don’t want to talk to you.”

“You said you were going to stay by her side no matter what. What happened to that guy?”

“She made the decision. She doesn’t want me around; thinks she’s going to save me from heartache or something.”

“You’re an idiot.” Tom walks away, leaving him with his thoughts.

Leonard shakes his head, not understanding half of what just happened; all he knows is that he’s offended. He hops in his truck, his heart heavy and mind full of useless thoughts; he places the CD in the car player.

Half forgetting he’s had the damn thing this whole time and never once thought to use it. He skips to the song Mike told him to play.

He’s barely on the road for ten minutes and gets out of his thoughts, his fingers stop tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel when he slams on the brakes. “Holy shit! Holy- no way. No way!”

His smile is as wide as can be. “I knew the old man liked me.”

He turns the car around and heads towards the office you visited when you were told about the accident again.

-

He runs through the door, trying to sneak in by the security guards before anyone can kick him out.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” He turns to face them, removing his hat.

He shrugs, not saying a word.

Maybe playing dumb would be easier?

The taller of the two stares at him with raised brows as his partner takes in Leonard’s appearance. “Go on in.”

Ron turns to Charles, “what’s wrong with you? What if he was a murderer or some psycho?”

“Did he look like a psycho to you?”

“No but-”

“But nothing. I got good vibes from him.”

“What did you smoke for breakfast?”

“I’m not answering that,” Charles says, checking the computer for today’s schedule.

“If someone gets murdered, I’m not protecting you.”

“Dick move.”

“Cya, man.”

“What?”

Ron pats his shoulder, “cover your ass. I’d remember that if I were you.”

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Leonard runs into the room, eyes scanning all around and over anyone in the room, only to not find you, for the moment.

He wanders further into the room, tempted to ask around when he sees ten second Sam and decides not to, there’s too much time that could be wasted and he can’t waste a second right now.

You turn the corner, not noticing him as you help someone outline the outline of their sketch.

A voice calls out to you, and you turn, finding him.

“Hi? Do you- nevermind, stupid question. Could I- uh- could I talk to you for a minute?” He asks.

You know everyone here will be fine for a few minutes. You hesitate to answer him. “I- we can- just- just follow me.”

-

You two stand in your special art room. “Have we met before?”

His chin juts out. “What?” His eyes wander around the room, finally understanding.

“As you can see, I’ve seen you before. I mean, I know I’ve talked to you, but I don’t remember it. You- you haunt my dreams. I’ve seen us in my favorite restaurant, as if we were on a date and- and I don’t know if it was real or not.” He can see how it’s wracking your brain to try and remember something that won’t be there.

He nods, “we have. We’ve met a few times.”

“That’s all you’re going to say?”

He holds a journal in front of you, “if you really want to find out, read this. It’ll tell you everything.”

You stare at the cover, wondering if you should read it or not.

You hold it close to your chest and stretch your hand out for him. “Hi.”

He raises his brow but shakes your hand. “Hi?”

“We’re starting over.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

The door opens, “Hi, “I’m Sam.”

You purse your lips, trying to hold in your laughter.

“And our special moment has a little twist.”

“Leave Sam out?”

He nods, “we’re leaving him out.”

You nod and slowly remove your hand from his. “Hi, I’m Sam.”

“I swear to-”

-

You push open the door and cover your eyes when the sun hits you. Leonard turns around and smiles at the sight of you looking as beautiful as always. “Hey, you’re up.”

You nod, your eyes landing on your precious baby boy, Jake, pretending to be like his dad with ranching.

“How are you feeling this morning?”

Your daughter, Natasha, runs over to you with her arms open for a hug.

Everyone always says that a mother and her child share a special bond, in this case it’s true because you open your arms and scoop her up, holding her close to you, even if it is a little strange just finding out she’s your daughter after watching the video Leonard made for you.

“I’m okay, a little weird this morning.”

“I don’t blame you.”

You tilt your head up at him, staring at him like you’re trying to memorize his face. “I think Tom’s doing things he shouldn’t.”

He turns around, finding your cousin doing the exact opposite of what he told him to and hands Jake to your father so he can help your cousin from messing up his ranch (any more than he already has). “Son of a-”

“Language!” You and Mike shout.

“I wasn’t going to actually say it,” Leonard tells you two.

You and your dad share a look. “He’s your husband, you take care of it.” And he walks away.

“So rude,” you mumble to yourself.

“Hey guys!” Nick and Carole wave as Bradley runs towards Natasha (who hasn’t left your side until this moment).

You smile and wave back, hugging Carole tightly.

“Let's go inside and see what you have in your kitchen for breakfast.”

You lean in closer to her, whispering, “does he ever eat? I swear he is always raiding my pantry.”

“Fast metabolism.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Can I tell you something?” She asks.

You nod.

“Neither do I.”

-

You, Carole, and Nick grimace at the sight of Leonard's friend and his coworker-

"Can they eat each other's faces somewhere else?" Nick mumbles. "I'm trying to eat here."

You and her share a look.

"You're still eating," his wife points out.

He shrugs. "I can't pass up when Sundown cooks. That'd be like disrespecting Penny."

Leonard walks through the door and grimaces. "You two need to stop trying to eat each other and enjoy breakfast. This is not what I imagined when I suggested you two go out."

Charlotte and Rick part from one another, offering weak apologies.

You and Carole can't help but laugh.

The rancher turns around at the sound of your laughter and knows that he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

#top gun #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun imagines #top gun x you #top gun x reader #leonard wolfe x reader #leonard wolfman wolfe #leonard wolfman wolfe x reader #leonard wolfman wolfe imagine #leonard wolfman wolfe x you #leonard wolfe imagine #leonard wolfe imagines #leonard wolfe x you #henry wolfman ruth #wolfman x reader #cowboy wolfman #rancher wolfman #rancher wolfman x reader #cowboy wolfman x reader #crazyk-imagine

[thewrittingratt]

okay awesome, thank you so much! and i agree, there’s a serious lack of charles content on here ❤️ would i be able to request a charles boyle x younger fem!reader who starts out a a new detective at the 99 and charles really obviously has a crush on her. she makes some throwaway comments about wishing she could be a mom and start a family and find “the one” and charles is convinced it’s him. maybe he ends up manipulating reader or baby trapping her during a hook-up (with no smut of course) or he kidnaps her even? honestly you can change it however you’d like for your comfort levels! and i’m fine with anything, also. thank you so much and let me know if you would like help brainstorming:)

A/N: I'm gonna be honest took a little bit of thinking but I like how this turned out! Sorry this took a little while but the power company decided to work on the power lines today

Also reader has a sister

It all started on a Tuesday.

A Tuesday that Charles would never forget. The blinds and the door to Holt's office were closed, indicating that something was up. Charles had asked what was happening "There's someone new joining the precinct. Fresh out of the academy." Gina answered from her desk.

The door opened and to Charles it felt like time frozen when he saw you. You were an absolutely gorgeous young woman. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Y/N L/N. Our newest officer." Holt introduced you. Your smile would forever been burned into his mind.

It was like he knew he'd never want to see you unhappy. "Thank you Captain." you said as you looked at everyone. Then it happened. Your eyes met his. He thinks he stopped breathing before Jake hit his arm. "Dude, she said hi." Jake informed him. Charles let out a breathy "Hi" and you smiled even more(if it was possible)

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It had been a few weeks since you joined the precinct. And it was obvious to everyone that Charles was completely head over heels for you. He'd stare at you from his desk, in meetings, on cases, hell even when you were interrogating a suspect.

But one day you didn't show up. He found it suspicious. You never missed a day so far. So he was worried. What happened? Was there an accident? We're you sick? He needed to know. So obviously he asked Gina.

"Hey Gina. Have you seen Y/N today?" Gina looked up from her phone "Oh yeah apparently her sister's having a baby." Charles only nodded. You had a sister and he didn't know? He though he knew everything about you. After all you were a very open and honest woman.

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The next day you returned and Charles couldn't have been happier. I he could but not when he saw you showing Jake pictures of your sisters kids. "What are their names?" Charles asked from behind you, scaring you a bit since you didn't hear him walk behind you. "That one's Henry and that one's Seth." You said pointing to each of them when you said their names.

Later you were still talking about your nephews. "Geez. Why don't you just have a baby?" Gina spoke up, clearly annoyed. You looked at her "I wish I could have one-" you were interrupted "They why don't you Y/N?" Jake asked and you gave a shy smile "I guess I just haven't found 'The one' yet." You answered.

Charles lifted his head from his spot at the coffee machine. You haven't found 'The one' yet? Could he be that for you? Would you ever consider him? Even if you were younger than him? He thought about it most of the time.

It was the perfect daydream: You and him with one- no two kids, you cooking while he sets the table while the kids watch tv. He'd massage your feet when they got sore. He'd go to the store in the middle of the night for your cravings. You'd look so beautiful to him no matter what. He'd-

"Ow!" Charles yelled as he was burned by the coffee he was making. "Oh! Charles, are you ok?" your angelic voice asked "Yeah. I overfilled my cup." he explained as he watches you get some paper towels.

You helped him clean the mess as you spoke "I was wandering if you wanted to go to Shaw's after work? Me, Jake and a few of the others?" god your smile was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Uh- yeah, yeah sure." he stammered as he watched you head back to your desk. Could this be his chance? He sure hoped so.

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Turns out it was in fact it was his chance. Everyone was so drunk and you just kept going on about wanting a baby in your drunken state. He didn't remember much from that night but he remembered leaving with you.

The next morning when he woke up he was holding somethin- no someone. To be specific, you. He was holding you. And when he went to move you woke up with a 'hmm?'. He frozen.

What was he supposed to do? Should he say something? He didn't know what to do so he just lay there until you did something. Which wasn't for another twelve minutes but he didn't mind as long as he could be this close to you forever.

A/N: I hope you liked this. I'm just running out of ideas rn. so I'll make a pt2 later! but I hope you like where it's going!

#brooklyn 99 x reader #brooklyn 99 #charles boyle #charles boyle x reader

[lovelygirlnicole15]

Never let Charles get the medicine (THSC TCWCTS Au)

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*Henry was sick and his friends were in his house taking care of him*

*everyone was watching the famous Netflix Series "The Captured Angel" (which it was 59% not related to @capturecharlesau 's Au :> ) While Charles was buying some medicine for Henry*

Ellie: *watching the scene where all animals are crying like crazy because of the shark* Damn, that evil shark really made all those poor animals cry... And he even blamed the bat for releasing the evil snake when it was actually his fault...

Henry: *coughs* I agree... He will absolutely be expelled until season 2 comes... *Sniff*

Binta: *comes with a bowl of soup* here's an Mexican chicken soup, hen, it's a bit spicy but it'll help you with your throat..

Dave: and have some tea as well.

Henry: thanks guys...

Rupert: *looks at the clock* Damn it Charles went to get some medicine and he hasn't returned! It's been 3 hours!

Victoria: hey! Patience! He'll be back at any time!

Johnny: Yeah Rupert, try to be a bit patience.

Rupert: ... Fine.

*Then they change to the TV News*

Alice Hamilton(TV): Good afternoon, everyone, there has been some breaking news recently, 500 dangerously poisonous snakes have escaped for Stick City's International Zoo.

Johnny: Damn... I hope the Zoo Keepers can fix this before someone gets killed.

Binta: hey, it'll be fine, as long as nobody gets close to-

Alice Hamilton(TV): Wait a minute! Is that the son of the General Hubert Galeforce??

*The Cameraman suddenly switches to the area where the 500 poison snakes are located, and they see Charles heading straight to the snakes, everyone is screaming at him to move away, but he doesn't listen because he's hearing music with his headphones*

Ellie/Henry: CHARLES!!

Binta: A LA MADRE!!

Victoria: MY LOVE!!

Dave: CHARLES NOO!!

Johnny: OH SHIT!!

Rupert: ... I'm not gonna miss him when he gets killed...

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I had no inspiration to draw this but here are my THSC character's designs:

They're from a old comic I completely forgot :')

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin au #au #henry stickmin #ellie rose #charles calvin #rupert price #dave panpa #johnny panzer #Victoria grit #thsc binta Spencer #thsc toppatclanwithchaostheshow!au #toppat clan with chaos the show au

[askcursedcharles]

Welcome to the Blog!

"Oh. Hey there.. floating sunglasses people. I guess you guys are gonna be asking me questions? Or.. something?"

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OOC:

This is Ask Inherited Curse! Charles.

Inherited Curse is an AU for Henry Stickmin that I created where after an ending Henry's "curse" of being able to go back from death and to pause time to make a choice is passed down to Charles.

There will be a more detailed explanation further down, a LOT of this is based on headcanon.

You can ask other characters, too! It's just called "Ask Inherited Curse! Charles" because Charles is the main focus of the AU.

This is a more lore-focused blog, though I will indulge in silly goofs.

ALSO!! I am a Stickvin shipper, though I will try to not really include a lot of that in the AU as to not make it seem like Inherited Curse HAS to have Stickvin to exist.

This specific blog will take place after the Triple Threat ending for a good character pool, though I will take asks about other endings too.

I'm perfectly chill with rps, just know that unless it would actually be good for expanding the lore then nothing from rps will be canon in the au.

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NO-NO's

No NSFW topics, and nothing controversial or discriminatory. This includes Homophobia, Transphobia, Ableism, and others.

Also, let's try to keep asks about ships to a minimum.

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Charles's design.

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So, what IS Inherited Curse? (90% OF THIS IS HEADCANON STUFF) Henry's ability to be able to make choices and come back from death is more of a "curse", and once he gets an "ending" in Completing The Mission that curse is passed to Charles, being Henry's closest pal.

Charles discovered this suddenly when he was on a mission and got a bit cornered. Everything suddenly paused around him and three little floating buttons appeared in front of him. Confused, he pressed one at random and time unpaused as he died from his slow thinking.

He was sent into shock once he woke back up, soon realizing that he's basically immortal and now instead of just making a choice, he has to choose between whatever he was given.

And yeah, that's basically the AU! Hope you like it!

#henry stickmin #askcursedcharles #thsc #art #askblog #inherited curse charles #please let this get popular #pls #the henry Stickmin collection #thsc charles calvin #thsc au

[kellystar321]

this might have been asked beofer but what does my favorite color is queue mean

oh, hey, henry! (<- said in charles's voice)

that's my queue tag, which means that i've just added that post to my tumblr's queue list that will automatically post, scattered throughout the day, so my blog can be active, even when im not active!

the tag name is meant to reference an ajr song, Sober Up, where the lyric is "my favorite color is you"

#henrey stickmin #my henry stickmin art #my favorite color is queue #its just my silly little tag name~ <33

[caterpillarinacave]

Got any random Fairchild family headcanons, especially ones pertaining to Matthew and Henry?

Oh, I always have headcanons!

Also, sorry I took so long to answer, I am currently withering away to sawdust. 

Matthew was one of those “nicely disobedient kids”. Someone will be like “okay, keep your shoes on okay? It’s important not to take them off in here alright?” and he's like “yeah yeah yeah! I got it!” then tears his pants and shirt away and takes off running. 

Both Matthew and Charles were those kids who just hung off their parents 24/7. Actually, all the TID gangs kids are like that. Someone is always carrying at least one child. Henry’s lap is prime real estate. So are Will’s shoulders. What are adults if not your personal chauffeur?

Henry and Matthew actually do have very similar hair, although Matthew’s is straighter. Matthew can’t tell because, you know, he styles it, and Henry absolutely does not. 

Matthew’s concern about not looking like his father in GOTSM is distressing because its so unfounded. He looks a lot like both his parents, and frankly he’s the only one who's never noticed.

Christmas is soooo fun there. Mostly because they dont do any of it at their own house, they just go to all the christmas parties they get invited to and watch shit go down. Every shadowhunter party is a madhouse. Matthew and Charles get released into the crowd of children to play, and Henry and Charlotte just kind of sit to the side and watch everything dissolve into chaos. They’ll send Matthew and Charles home with an uncle or aunt, they're staying to watch 24 year old Micheal what's his name from some corner of Britain tries to fight his 64 year old uncle over the rise of livestock taxes in liverpool. Charlotte doesnt feel morally obligated to step until chairs become involved.

Other than the entertianment of christmas chaos, holidays are fun. They come with markets and present shopping. Matthew and Charles get paired off with whatever parent, then their basically free in a christmas market (provided they stay within five feet of said parent.) Matthew goes with Henry and has the time of his life. He comes home with pockets full of peppermint candies choclaty little fingers and a whole lot of happiness. Also, did you know theres fun holiday stuff in the shadowmarket? Whats better than sitting in your dads lap while he chats with a warlock in a demon language like forty people in the world speak, then going back to the cities for a chocolate croissant. Hey, it's safer than you think, Henry's not letting Matthew go anywhere in that market lol.

Of course, there a lots of bedtime stories and songs. Matthew is big on bedtime stories, though he has a few favorites. He's quite keen on Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, and he asks for it at least once a week. That was Henry's favorite as a child, and there are several copies to pick from which may be part of why Matthew likes it so much.

When Matthew gets a little older they move onto more interesting stuff. You know, the normal books for a nine year old; like The Travels of Marco Polo. Matthew is a well educated nine year old.

There's a lot of checkers and chess. Charlotte is decent at chess, and Henry's amazing at it, though Charles Buford and Matthew are more average. Matthew does, however, enjoy the aesthetic, and can play a mean game of checkers.

Tea time is important. World might be burning down but there will be tea on the Fairchild's table.

Matthew and Charles get sent flowers on special occasions. Doesn't really matter if they want flowers, or if they are "far to old for such frivolaty, I have things to do they'll simply die-" (coughcharlesbufordcough), they get them anyway. Henry and Charlotte have had the same ancient florist from Yorkshire doing it for decades, and considering she's been ninety since Henry was about six, and shows no signs of mortality, Charles and Matthew should prepare to have flowers forever.

One good rule for the kids in that house is to a) knock, and b) if that door is locked, do NOT open it. Really a rule all the TID gang kids know. If you decide to open, or try to open, or even hang out near, a locked door (or any thin walls) may the consequences be on your own head. Look, everyone in that group loves their partner very much, 

That’s why Charles Buford is so bitter btw. Didn’t know the rule, scarred for life. Pretty much like that vine. 

#also constanly thinking about the fact that matthew is so much like henry and doesnt realize it in ghosts of the shadowmarket #the fact that one of the reasons matthew thought he was gideons bastard was because of his height when Henry is taller than gideon??? #never leaves my head. think about it every day. killing me right now. matthew my little meow meow #if i could animate the very first thing i would do would be to animate that vine with charles budford and will. will would think thats hila #hilarious. besides whats charles whining about imagine what james and lucie live with. #i have more naturally but you know #tid #tsc #matthew fairchild #charlotte fairchild #henry fairchild #charles fairchild #charles buford fairchild #charlotte branwell #henry branwell #tlh #the last hours #ask #thanks for the ask #answered #cc

[androidcharles]

Learning the Truth Chapter 2

AKA Rupert fucking loses it? Maybe?

Either way, with Rupert missing, he's wandering the streets of West Mesa, and Charles and Henry have to look for him. Will they be able to find him? And more importantly, will Rupert finally understand himself a little more?

Nothing serious in the TW department. A mention of alcoholism, but that's about it

Rupert woke with a start, finding himself on a park bench near a playground. Had he been asleep all night? He grazed his shoulder as he felt the heavy weight of the blanket on him and felt a bit happy that someone had at least taken pity on him and given him something to keep warm. Not that it mattered much in this heat. He shook off the blanket to give to the next person and stood up, looking over the playground and trying to think about the fond memories he had here.

At one point when he was two years old…

“It’s not that scary is it?” Terrence glanced at Rupert, who looked at him with a bit of uncertainty as he whimpered softly, making soft babbling noises as Reginald smiled.

“Rupert, if you want, I’ll go down with you. I don’t mind,” Reginald said. Rupert stared at Reginald blankly before shaking his head, climbing up the slides steps before looking down at the ramp below. Terrence followed closely behind, being ready to grab Rupert if he started to cry. Which he would, usually, but this time, he felt particularly brave.

Every time he’d ever done this, he had been with his mom. She would always tell him that he can do it and how strong of a boy he was and oh goodness this looks a lot steeper then he thought, maybe he should bail-

“Hey Rupert…” He heard Terrence say. He glanced over at him, the sparkling flecks of gold in his hazel eyes somewhat shimmering.

“It’s OK if you can’t do it you know. There’s no shame in admitting that you can’t slide down,” Terrence said, “Otherwise I can give you a push.”

“Terry!” Reginald shouted, “That’s not the answer and you know it!”

“No!” Rupert shouted. It was probably his favorite word when he was this age. Rupert glanced down at the slope, feeling determined before sliding down. He fell forward and his face hit the soft dirt below as Reginald shouted, running towards him.

“RUPERT! Rupert are you alright?” Reginald said.

“Reg, stop worrying, you’re gonna scare him!” Terrence said, “Well little dude, was that so bad?” Rupert thought about it for a second. It did feel kinda scary at first, but it also felt kinda good.

“No,” Rupert said, smiling at them. Reginald let out a sigh of relief as Terrence gave him a flashy grin.

Rupert didn’t really understand the memory, nor why it had come to him, but what was it supposed to prove? Sure, Terrence was a bit of trouble for the government forces from what he had heard and he couldn’t even begin to describe the fight he had to even pin Reginald down when he was arrested (he was bitten at least a couple of times), but remembering this made him feel like he was seeing a different side to them.

Why did he hate this feeling so much? He was so conflicted it wasn’t even funny anymore. And remembering all this wasn’t helping. Feeling overwhelmed, he headed out of the park and out into the streets, hoping to look for something else to distract him.

But he kept remembering it.

Big strong arms, a soft smile underneath a perfectly coiffed mustache and goatee, one red and one blue eye looking at him with such pride and love…

He leaned against the wall before sitting down, feeling a burning in his chest.

No… you’re the bad guy… I can’t miss you…

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GlitterToppatGirl: Rupert’s missing?!

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah, pretty much. He basically ran away after I had an awful fight with him. I should have worked things before going to bed, but he called me a FUCKING MACHINE.

GlitterToppatGirl: Oh well you have every right to be angry then. Look, no need to message the rest of the Toppats, I’ll let my dad know and we’ll try to get as much ground covered as we can. You said you were in West Mesa, right?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Yeah

GlitterToppatGirl: Alright, I’ll try to get dad to help out. If Rupert is important to Miss Price, then I wanna make sure he’s safe too. Even if he is the enemy.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Thank you so much for this Amelia. I really do appreciate it. And I know I’m basically signing my soul away, but I basically owe you one.

GlitterToppatGirl: I can take payments of your soul in installments 🤭

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Now’s not the time to joke but I appreciate the gesture…

Charles suddenly heard a ping in another message box as he wished Amelia farewell and opened it up.

N00BSLAYER2006: I’m coming out there to help you.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You don’t have to

N00BSLAYER2006: I need to.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You just wanna rub this in his face next time you see him don’t you?

N00BSLAYER2006: No, I wanna make sure he’s alright, because I know what it’s like to feel like you’re losing bits and pieces of yourself.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Uh? Where did you get that?

N00BSLAYER2006: Never mind I’ll be there in an hour. Meet me at the train station.

Before Charles could object any further, Henry logged off, leaving him a bit dazed as he looked up to see Minerva at the door.

“I asked everyone in the neighborhood I knew. They said they haven’t seen him at all…” Minerva put her head in her hands as she sat on the bed, shaking a bit as Charles pat her back in reassurance. He couldn’t leave her behind, but at the same time, he couldn’t miss Henry. Henry was offline right now and he couldn’t let him know that they should meet at Minerva’s house.

“You need to go,” Minerva said softly, “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Alcohol?” Minerva glanced at Charles warily for a second before shaking her head.

“Threw it all out don’t worry. I don’t think I even have it in me to grab anything to drink anyway,” Minerva said softly. Charles was conflicted. He had to meet Henry at the train station, but he didn’t want to leave Minerva all by herself, where she could potentially inflict harm upon herself if given the chance. Suddenly he heard another ping in his messenger.

ToppatKingReg: Charles, I heard about what happened with Amelia. I’m going to send out a couple of Toppats to look around the West Mesa area so they can find him. If there’s anything else you need, let me know.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Uh, actually, do you think you could send someone to look after Minerva? She’s kind of in a state and I have meet with Henry soon. I don’t want to leave her alone.

ToppatKingReg: I understand. I’ll send someone right away.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief as he headed downstairs, looking to see Minerva sitting on the couch in silence before sitting next to her, leaning on her as she put her arm around his shoulder.

“You don’t have to stick around. And you don’t have to get anybody to come look after me. I’m not a child,” Minerva said.

“I’m still worried about you. I want you to be safe, just as much as I want your son to be safe. I love both you so much and I would hate for anything to happen to you two,” Charles said. Minerva sniffled as she nuzzled his forehead.

“Thank you, Charlie. I really appreciate it. I guess if you two do end up tying the knot, then I’ll be more then happy to give my blessing,” Minerva said.

“Blessing? For playing with rope?” Charles asked as Minerva chuckled.

“I’ll tell you about it later,” Minerva said.

After about twenty minutes of waiting, they heard a knock on the door as Charles went to answer it. He opened it and saw Burt standing there, twirling his cane a bit. Charles almost thought he looked a bit awkward without his usual top hat/headphone combo, which he had replaced with a beanie of sorts. A bit strange, considering how hot it was outside.

“Hey Chuck,” Burt said, “Who am I looking after?”

“I keep telling you not to call me that. Follow me,” Charles said. Burt chuckled.

“Whatever you say, Chuck,” Burt teased as he followed Charles into the house and Burt looked to see Minerva sitting on the couch.

“Hello. You’re a Toppat, aren’t ya?” Minerva said.

“I’m not wearing my top hat today, but I am indeed a Toppat. You’ve never met me, but I’m Burt Curtis,” Burt said, introducing himself.

“Well, Burt, tell Reg I’m glad he’s concerned about me, but he has no need to send someone to look after me,” Minerva said.

“Wow, I wish I could leave! But I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. I’m under direct orders,” Burt said.

“Ah, I see…” Minerva said softly.

“Thank you, Bertram, I’ll be on my way then,” Charles said as he headed out the door.

“Hey, don’t call me that!” Burt said.

“Don’t call me Chuck.”

“Hm… nah.” Charles rolled his eyes as he exited the house and glanced at his internal clock. He could make it if he ran. So he ran with all his might.

After about thirty minutes, he finally reached the train station, looking around as he tried to spot Henry.

Maybe he’s on the platform.

He headed over towards the train platform, glancing around as he gazed over the platform and saw Henry, gazing at him with his deep blue eyes. Just as he was about to call to him, a train suddenly passed by, coming to stop just a few feet away. He waited for the train to pass before seeing that Henry was no longer there.

“Henry?” Charles said softly.

“Charles.”

Charles jumped as he saw Henry standing not too far from him, his eyes filled with determination as Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

“Henry… geez, I can’t believe that you’re here. I don’t know what-”

DON’T WORRY ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW, Henry signed before he motioned for Charles to follow him. Charles’ eyes widened as he headed behind him, Henry taking out his scooter as he beckoned for Charles to hop on. Charles obeyed, hanging onto Henry tightly as they headed back into town.

“Where to first?” Charles shouted as Henry revved up his engine.

“Park,” Henry said as he sped down the road.

- - - - -

Rupert felt a bit dizzy. He hadn’t really eaten since last night and even then it wasn’t much. He sighed as he entered a restaurant and ordered something, sitting down at one of the tables to think. Come to think of it, as he ate, this kind of reminded him of something…

“RooRoo…” Jaques said softly as Rupert stared at the plate in front of him.

“NO!” Rupert shouted, slamming his tiny hands on the table.

“Rupert, if you wanna be big and strong like your uncle, you’d better eat your broccoli,” Minerva scolded. Rupert shook his head. He must have been three at the time, still not a big talker. But he still liked saying “No” a lot.

“Rupert, you shouldn’t be so picky. If you don’t eat your broccoli, you’ll be so tiny that you’ll have to use a step stool every time you want to use the sink!” Jaques said. Rupert still shook his head, which made Minerva glance at Jaques worriedly.

“Hmmm, I recall your mother talking about ordering an ice cream if all the vegetables on your plate were gone. But, she didn’t say who it would go to, so I guess since you don’t want wanna eat them, I’ll eat them for you,” Jaques said.

“OK!” Rupert said, pushing his plate towards his uncle.

“And then I get to have your ice cream too!” Jaques said mischievously, already spearing one of the little pieces.

“NO! NO WAIT!” Rupert shouted, pulling the plate back towards him. Jaques smiled humorously as he saw Rupert debating his options at this point, trying to figure out if it was worth it. Finally he took his fork and carefully speared one of the pieces of broccoli before putting it in his mouth, making a face as he chewed. This continued for a few minutes before he looked up at his mom hopefully, before she shook her head with a soft smile.

“Alright, alright, you’ve made your point. Jaques has to pay for the ice cream though,” Minerva said.

“Huh? Really?” Jaques said.

“Oh please, quit acting like you’re not made of money from that ‘job’ you brag about so much. It’s not like ice cream is that expensive,” Minerva told him. Jaques chuckled as he glanced at the menu once again.

“Alright, fine. I’ll order for everyone. What flavor do you want, RooRoo?”

Rupert’s eyes lit up as he smiled really big.

“CHOCOLATE!” he shouted. Jaques beamed back at him, a warm sweet smile.

Rupert snapped out of it as he felt tears springing in his eyes. No… Jaques was the bad guy right? But why did every memory he think of feel so warm?

He had to push this out of his mind. Maybe he should blow off steam somewhere. A place he used to go when he was very young. He finished his lunch and headed out the door.

“EXCUSE ME YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT!” someone shouted. Rupert pursed his lips before he bolted, realizing he had left his wallet at home.

“STOP! THIEF! Someone stop him!” the waiter shouted as Rupert ran down the street as fast as he could, his blood turning cold as ice as he hid in an alleyway. He breathed out a sigh of relief, trying not to concentrate on the fact that he just did a dine and dash.

It was only one time. You’re not a bad person. You’re not a bad person.

- - - - -

Charles paced around the park as he looked around with his various visions. He found that Rupert had been there recently as Henry eyed the playground nearby.

“Rupert has been here…” Charles said, “I think we missed him though.” Henry only shrugged as Charles gave him a hard look. However, he couldn’t exactly criticize Henry’s apathy towards the situation. Rupert had always given him a hard time due to his past, so it was only fair that Henry wasn’t too keen on finding him that easily.

“So are we going on a wild goose chase for nothing. I don’t want Rupert to get hurt,” Charles said.

WHO KNOWS, Henry said, MAYBE WE’LL FIND A CLUE HERE, MAYBE WE WON’T. ALL I KNOW IS THAT RUPERT ISN’T GOING TO BE HIMSELF FOR MUCH LONGER. Charles felt himself turn a little cold as he turned towards Henry.

“What do you mean? Is he… is he going to-”

HE’S NOT GOING TO HURT HIMSELF. LET’S JUST SAY IF WE KEEP GOING DOWN THE PATH WE’RE GOING RIGHT NOW… Henry hesitated for a second before shaking his head.

NEVER MIND. WE’D BETTER KEEP GOING. LET’S LOOK AROUND THE PARK SOME MORE. MAYBE SOMEONE HAS SEEN HIM.

“Hello again, Stickmin.”

Charles and Henry turned to see Johnny Panzer himself, a sort of determined look on his face as he glanced at Charles.

“And if it isn’t the oh so important government pilot,” Johnny said.

“Former government pilot. I got kicked out,” Charles said.

“How’d you manage that?” Johnny laughed.

“Does it really matter to you?” Charles hissed at him as Johnny backed off.

“Take it easy! Actually, you guys tend to hang around him more; have you guys seen Rupert?”

“Funny thing, we’re actually looking for him ourselves. I thought Minerva would have told you he ran off after last night,” Charles said.

“What? I’m not here because of Ms. Price. I’m trying to arrest him.”

“WHAT?!” Even Henry shouted with Charles as both their eyes went wide as Johnny shrugged.

“It’s the strangest thing! Apparently he was involved in a dine and dash just a few minutes ago. I don’t know what came over him. He was always a bit of a troublemaker and he often liked to bend the rules, but breaking the rules? That doesn’t seem like him…” Johnny shook his head.

“Rupert committed a crime?” Charles whispered.

IT’S NOT THAT IMPRESSIVE. HE’D HAVE TO DO SOMETHING REALLY RECKLESS TO IMPRESS ME, Henry said.

“Well, that’s all the more reason to find him! I’m not saying that he’s becoming a bad person, I’m one to talk, but he can’t lose himself like that! C’mon Henry we have to go!” Charles shouted as Henry ran off towards his locked scooter.

“Just be careful! And let me know if you do see him!” Johnny shouted.

Charles gripped onto Henry tightly as he revved up his scooter and began to speed off.

“Where else could he have gone?” Charles said, “No one in the park has seen him…” Charles began to wrack his brain as he suddenly got an idea. He opened up his messenger and started to text Minerva.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Minerva?

MinniePrice3: Yes, what’s wrong?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: You said that Rupert would often sneak out to hang out with friends when he was younger. Do you know where he might have gone?

MinniePrice3: Oh dear, he could have gone anywhere. Most of his old haunts are pretty much buildings now. There was old abandoned building he used to run around when he was younger. It’s only Hatcher Street, but I wouldn’t be shocked if he made his way out there. The question is if it’s still there.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Well either way it helps. Thank you.

“Henry, do you know where Hatcher Street is?”

“Duh. I used to live here,” Henry responded.

“Minerva said that Rupert might be out there. Let’s see if we can’t corner him!” Charles said.

“That’s halfway across town. I don’t know if we’ll make it on this thing.”

“We have to try!” Henry let out a small sigh before nodding his head, speeding along the streets. Maybe he could catch him. He did know a shortcut.

Meanwhile, Rupert was getting kicked out of a cab after admitting that he didn’t have a wallet, being called a lowlife as the cab sped away. It wasn’t too far of a walk to Hatcher Street, but he desperately need money and he needed it badly. Suddenly, he saw something. There were two Toppats, talking to each other… and pointing at a bank.

Man, that made his blood boil, just seeing two criminals out in the open and of course, no one was going to catch them or do anything about them. They would just steal and steal and never do anything good or-

“HEY!” One of the Toppats shouted at him. Rupert jumped a bit as he glared at the Toppats, who approached him.

“Yeah, I think this is him…” he said.

“Who?” Rupert said softly, backing away.

“Hey, we don’t want any trouble. We were asked to look for you, but we got a bit sidetracked.” The Toppat knelt his head towards the bank as Rupert glared at him.

“Look, I don’t care what you guys do in your spare time, stealing is wrong and you know that!” Rupert shouted.

“Whatever floats your boat, goody-two-shoes,” the Toppat said, “C’mon, you need to come with us.”

“No, I don’t want to go anywhere with you!” Rupert shouted.

“Look your mom is super worried about you,” the other Toppat claimed, “I don’t think Reg will take too kindly to you running off.”

“And we weren’t exactly asked to be gentle…” the Toppat said.

“WAIT!” Rupert shouted. He suddenly had an idea. A very morally bankrupt one, but it was better then nothing, “Is robbing a bank… really that fun?” The two of them exchanged glances before one of them shot him a grin.

“We could show you if you like,” the grinning Toppat said.

“But you have to stick with us the entire time, even if you get caught,” the other said, “Do you promise that?” Rupert gulped. He hoped this was enough of a distraction.

“Sure, why not?” Rupert said softly. The Toppats motioned for Rupert to follow them as he tried desperately not to be seen. He looked and saw one of them pull out a phone and start typing while the other asked him to follow him.

“Rash is getting the map of this bank right now. It’s very important. Now you should go in just as normal customer. There shouldn’t be too big of a line, but if you just sit at one of those couches and read a magazine, you should be fine. You’ll serve as a look out. Once you get a good idea of the security, message me-” he pulled out his own phone, “-And I’ll cause a distraction. Then you slip away and follow Rash’s instructions, OK?” Rupert gulped as he nodded his head.

So he went through with the plan. He entered the bank, trying to act as nonchalant as possible as he sat on the couch and grabbed one of the financial magazines, thumbing through it as he looked around, trying to see if anything was off. There was a security guard that was stationed at the door, a few security cameras here and there, but nothing more really. Guess they don’t usually expect too many robberies.

He pulled out his phone, positioning it just behind his magazine and messaged the Toppat outside that there was no one else in the bank besides one security guard.

Crasher9000: PERFECT! I’ll be in in just a second!

Rupert felt his mouth go dry as Crash ran inside with a weapon, shouting as the teller started to shout, locking up their windows as the security guard rushed him. Luckily, Crash was able to incapacitate him long enough for Rupert to escape and head around the building as Rash smiled.

“This is the good part. Follow me.” Rash led Rupert to another door on the other side as he picked the lock, opening the door and gesturing for Rupert to follow him inside. As they passed through the small hallway, they heard the teller crying out as Rupert felt sick to his stomach. But now was his chance. Maybe if he could slip away…

“Where do you think you’re going?” Rash said, grabbing Rupert’s arm, “I need your help carrying this!” Rupert felt a bit nauseated as he was passed a couple of bags of cash.

“Take these and meet me outside. And let Crash know we’ve got the loot while you’re at it.” Rupert nodded his head as he ran outside with four big bags of money, heading out the door and dropping them on the ground before messaging Crash. Suddenly he heard sirens. Oh no…

Rupert tried to flee, but Rash managed to grab him before then.

“C’mon newbie, you’re fleeing with us whether you like it or not!” Rash shouted.

“NO!” Rupert shouted, kicking him in the leg. Not enough to hurt him, but at least enough to keep him from grabbing him again as he ran right out of the alleyway into another police car.

Part of him wanted to give away the location of his robber “buddies” as the officers sat in the car, their mouths agape, but Rupert winced as he ran the other way as fast as he could, running farther and faster then he had ever run before.

He finally stopped and looked around, realizing he was far off from Hatcher Street then he thought.

He found an old abandoned building and lay low in it, trying to breathe as he found it more difficult to do so. His vision was turning pink again…

Why? Why did this have to happen and now?!

Rupert felt the room spinning around him as he tried to keep his feelings under control, try to find some ground, but he felt himself floating in the air as he clenched his fists.

“FREEZE!” Rupert turned and in his faint vision he could see a police officer had his gun pointed at him.

“Price… I’m sorry to say this but you’re under arrest!” the officer said. Rupert squinted his eyes at him.

“No…”

Suddenly a blast of energy caused the officer to be launched backwards. He wasn’t too hurt, but he felt like the wind was knocked out of him as Rupert began to walk away, feeling sick to his stomach.

I really am the bad guy now…

- - - - -

Charles and Henry must have searched the entirety of Hatcher Street for at least an hour and a half. The two of them finally met up, letting out a small sigh as Henry shrugged.

“Henry, what if we never find him? I never got a chance to apologize to him. I… I was hurt by what he said, but honestly, I love him so much, I’d forgive if he was right in front of me right now…” Charles said, choking up a bit as tear drops displayed on his eyes. Henry patted his shoulder as he tried to reassure him before they were suddenly approached by an officer.

“Excuse me, sirs. We’re looking for a suspect in a bank robbery. Two Toppats were assisted by a civilian in robbing the bank over on Shatter Road not too far from here,” the officer said, “We were wondering if you knew anything?” Henry and Charles exchanged worried glances as Henry signed at the officer:

WHAT DID THE SUSPECT LOOK LIKE?

“Well, that’s the funny part. A lot of people are saying that it was Price! I can’t believe it. I thought he went into the government forces, not into crime!” Charles felt a strange feeling his stomach as he smiled.

“Ah, well, I hate to say it, but we haven’t seen him at all,” Charles told him.

“That’s funny. Panzer said that you guys were looking for him earlier,” the officer said, a sort of cold look in his eyes.

“Well that’s because we were looking for him because he ran away! Not because he was committing crimes!” Charles said, “I didn’t think he had it in him…”

ME NEITHER, Henry signed, clearly impressed. Suddenly the officer’s radio went off as he listened closely before nodding his head.

“On it. Sorry, but I have to take this. Apparently, they found those two Toppats over on the other side of Hatcher Street. Maybe Price is there as well. Maybe we can talk some sense into him.” The officer ran off before Henry turned towards Charles.

“What are we going to do? I feel like we’ve explored this entire street and there’s still no sign of him…” Charles said.

THE BEST THING WE CAN DO NOW IS HOPE WE CAN FIND HIM HERE, Henry signed, glancing around the street a bit

“I don’t know if he’d stick around if he knew he was in trouble,” Charles said, “Let’s start by going down Hatcher Street and seeing what lies beyond. Maybe we can see where he went from there…”

Henry nodded his head in agreement as they both got on the scooter and started heading down the road once again, their minds racing.

Rupert was in an abandoned factory on Juniper Street, not too far from Hatcher Street as he tried to keep himself calm. Things were really starting to fall apart. It was almost as if it felt natural, breaking into a bank, dine and dashing, resisting arrest, and assaulting an officer… he was in pretty deep now. Even if he could come back from all this…

Nothing could compare to the fact that he finally understood why the government forces had kept him under such a tight microscope. Not to put pressure on him now that he seemed qualified for the position, but to make sure he didn’t slip up, he didn’t regress.

He didn’t become a Toppat…

But then again, what was so bad about being a Toppat? He thought about what Charles had said last night. That despite how bad they were, they were also very strong. Maybe, just maybe...

No he couldn’t be! He couldn’t seriously be thinking about becoming a Toppat. He thought about today’s events and considered it. Coming back from all that was going to take a lot of hard work. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was demoted or worse: kicked out.

Just like Charles.

Maybe that wasn’t so bad. He reflected on his childhood, finding places like this and hanging out with his friends until he got kicked out, usually by police officers. Why was he such a trouble maker back then? It wasn’t like he had a troubled childhood. Maybe it was because he wanted to blow off some steam.

He had two fathers, one who had helped conceive him but ran away and one who was jackass from when his mom married him to when they finally moved out here. What the heck was she thinking? What the heck were any of them thinking?

Maybe he should try again. A long time ago, his friend had convinced him to steal a couple of things from a convenience store. While the rush of stealing something felt good, he couldn’t help but feel bad about the paycheck cuts the store clerk might have suffered. Still it was just a few bags of chips and a soda. So whatever.

Maybe he should go bigger…

As he walked further down the street, he spotted a jewelry store, obviously the most modern building on the street. He strolled past it, eyeing the jewels inside and feeling a strange rush go over him. What was going on? Why did he feel like this now? He never felt like this before…

He felt a surge of energy rush through him. If only this dumb glass window wasn’t in the way… if only he could reach inside and just grab what he wanted…

Another flash of pink in his vision and suddenly the window shattered, causing an alarm to go off. He gasped as he glanced around, wondering if anyone saw him before he jumped into the store, grabbing an expensive looking bracelet before running in the other direction as fast as he could, trying to keep his face hidden as he felt his heart pounding in his throat.

Eventually, he ducked back into the abandoned factory as he inspected his new prize. It was a beautiful bracelet, a small thin gold chain with a beautiful turquoise gemstone embedded within it. He wanted to feel bad, he really did. But some reason, he couldn’t find it in himself to feel bad anymore. A wicked smile crossed his face as he began to laugh, feeling invigorated for the first time in a while.

He had already committed so many crimes.

What was one more?

#the henry stickmin collection #rupert price #charles calvin #henry stickmin #the narrators stories #fan fic #fanfiction

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Unexpected Love: Exes and Oohs

A/N: Why yes, the chapter name is inspired by the Helluva Boss episode of the same name. I realized I have been using Dominic Daemon way too much and I have another THSC oc that needs development.

It's been weeks since Calvin had asked Henry out and Henry's been avoiding him.

Of course, it would be easy to avoid Calvin if they weren't in the same unit in the army. Henry never told Charles what Calvin did and thought he didn't need to know. He knew Charles wouldn't care since his feelings for Calvin were long gone, and he was now in love with Ellie but...

He doesn't like to keep secrets from Charles. 

Henry, Charles, and Ellie were walking to the base. The General called them in for something, and they headed to his office in uniforms. Charles and Ellie were talking while Henry was quiet as usual. They made it inside the base and passed by several soldiers who said hi to them. They said hi back and headed to the General's office. Henry lagged a little bit behind as Charles and Ellie started flirting. Henry didn't want to hear them flirting and to avoid being in a bad mood, he decided to slow down.

The trio passed by the Bukowski twins who were planning pranks as usual. Well... Konrad was planning pranks while Calvin was distracted, Calvin was looking at Henry. Henry was avoiding him and he didn't like it. He's been trying to come up with new ideas to ask Henry out, he's not going to give up on his revenge plan. 

"So I was thinking we can dye someone's hair with the ugliest color," Konrad explained as he glanced at his brother but his brother wasn't listening to him. Konrad arched an eyebrow at his brother, "Cal? You're not listening to me," 

"Hm?" Calvin replied distractedly, he glanced at his brother and saw his brother look annoyed at him, "Did you say something, bro?"

"Yes! What's with you lately?" Konrad asked, "You seem distant,"

"Oh," Calvin replied as he glanced at Henry again, standing in front of the General's office with Charles and Ellie, "Sorry... I was distracted,"

"With what?"

"None of your business,"

Konrad sighed with annoyance, Konrad is used to his brother being an asshole. They may be identical twins but that doesn't mean they share the same personalities. Calvin has a jock/jerk personality while Konrad is a bit more laid-back with a geek streak but he's also no pushover. Konrad was about to tell his brother off when Calvin went up to Henry and Co. Konrad quickly followed him. 

"I wonder why the General called for us?" Charles asked, Ellie and Henry wondered too. They were about to head in when they heard footsteps coming toward them, the trio turned around when they saw the Bukowski twins standing before them. Charles and Ellie frowned when they saw Calvin while Henry stiffly waved at them.

"Hey, guys," Charles said stiffly, "What are you doing here?"

Calvin and Konrad blinked as they looked at each other. They didn't think about it. Well, Calvin didn't and Konrad just followed his brother. 

"Um... we... we were just..." Calvin started explaining, ignoring the trio's looks. 

"Whatever," Ellie answered, "The General needs us so you guys can either leave or join us,"

Charles opened the flap and let Henry and Ellie in. The Bukowski twins followed them inside, curious about what the General needed the Triple Threat for. The group went inside and saw the General was talking to someone they had never seen before. The person who was talking to the General had light blue hair that was short and shaggy. He was wearing a black shirt with black ripped pants and black combat boots. He accessorized the outfit with a black leather jacket that had bones on it and black fingerless gloves.

He also had a lip and eyebrow piercing. He looked like a delinquent. 

Everyone was surprised at the person sans Henry who looked shocked but no one seemed to notice. The General glanced at the group and stopped talking to the man in front of him. He faced the group and cleared his throat. The man also faced the group and Henry's eyes widened as the man smiled at him. 

"Everyone, this is-"

"Spike?!"

Everyone stared at Henry whose mouth was agape, Spike gave Henry a smug smirk as he held up his hand to wave at him. "Hello, Henrietta," he replied with a mocky tone. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Henry questioned with gritted teeth and his eyes narrowed, one of his fists was clenched in anger.

"I just wanted to see you," Spike replied with a smug tone, "Don't you want me to?"

Henry glared at Spike who grinned in response. 

Everyone saw the tension between Henry and Spike. Charles and Ellie saw that Henry was acting aggressively and they had never seen him act aggressively before. Not even when dealing with the Toppats that he wasn't aggressive. The Bukowski twins never saw this side of Henry before, they always knew that Henry was quiet, shy, didn't like people, and was a kleptomaniac.

"Henry, you know this young man?" the General said, sensing the tension.

Henry glanced at the General with a hard look on his face, "Know him? I dat- I mean he was my partner in crime before I got arrested,"

Everyone sans Calvin missed what Henry was going to say before he changed it. 

Galeforce raised an eyebrow in confusion, he knew of Henry's criminal past but he didn't know he had a partner. "He was your partner in crime?"

Henry nodded while Spike still stared at him with a grin, Henry wanted to knock the shit out of him but he can't. At least, not now and in front of everyone.

Henry turned back at the General and he smiled politely, "Sir? May I talk to Spike outside alone?"

Without waiting for Galeforce to respond, he grabbed Spike by the collar and headed outside. Spike made an indignant sound as he was dragged out by Henry. Henry kept dragging Spike away from anyone who would hear them until he stopped at a secluded spot. Henry let go of Spike and crossed his arms. Spike stumbled a bit but gained his footing, he stood up and gained his composure.    

He glanced at Henry who was glaring at him, Spike smiled and was about to say something, but he didn't get the chance to speak.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Henry asked again, Spike was about to talk again but Henry shut him down, "I'm the one talking here so shut up! "Also, what the heck did you know I was here? And why are you here?!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Spike held out his hands, "Calm down, Henri. I can explain,"

Henry put his hands on his hips, wanting to hear Spike out. 

"I know I sorta... left you," Spike started slowly.

"Left me... You left me?" Henry scoffed, "Yeah, right. You didn't leave me... YOU ABANDONED ME!!!" Henry shouted the last phrase as he clenched his fists and felt his eyes wet with hot tears.

Spike was shocked at Henry's outburst but quickly got angry, "Hey! It wasn't my fault! I tried my best you know!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Oh, bullshit!"

"It's true!"

Henry crossed his arms again and looked away from Spike. Feelings of bitterness, resentment, and anger started to brew inside Henry. He hated feeling those kinds of feelings and seeing Spike again brought up painful memories. Spike went up to Henry and lifted his chin to look at him. "Hey, it's alright my pretty diamond," Spike whispered, "I'm here now,"

Spike put his hand on Henry and the other hand on the small of his back. Henry's eyes widened when he felt Spike's arms around him, he was then brought into a hug. Henry would have enjoyed the hug if it weren't for the fact that his ex and the last person he wanted to see was hugging him. And it also doesn't help that he could feel Spike inching closer to his butt. Henry quickly stopped him by grabbing his hand and staring at him coldly. 

"Your hand goes any lower and I'm going to break it," Henry threatened coldly.

Spike smirked, he knew Henry wouldn't do anything since he was too weak and could get in trouble. "Aw, c'mon, babe," Spike said, "I thought you loved this,"

"I did! Before you showed your true colors!" Henry barked.

Spike chuckled as he glanced over Henry's shoulders, Henry noticed this and turned around. His face flushed with embarrassment when he saw Charles, Ellie, and the Bukowski twins staring at them. Henry saw their faces and he cringed. 

Charles, Ellie, and Calvin surprisingly had angry looks on their faces while Konrad had a worried look. Henry didn't want things to get worse so while Spike was distracted, he slapped him in the face and told him to get lost. Henry then left Spike alone to get everyone away from him, Spike was angry but didn't go after him. 

Charles, Ellie, and the Bukowski twins tried to ask Henry what was that all about but Henry didn't want to talk about it. Everyone dropped the subject but someone decided to wait to ask about Spike later and that someone was Calvin Bukowski. 

A/N:  I'm so sorry about the lack of updates. I started getting into a game called Team Fortress 2 and the spring semester just started on Monday for me. Also, I have two versions of Spike. THSC Spike is a delinquent while my oc Spike is different in personality. 

#henry stickmin #thehenrystickmincollection #thsc #thsc henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #charles calvin #thsc charles calvin #ellie rose #thsc ellie rose #calvin bukowski #konrad bukowski #thsc calvin bukowski #thsc konrad bukowski #rosevin #charles calvin x ellie rose #eventual calvin x henry #eventual calmin

[waffles-yay]

(Warning ⚠️: This is my own version of THSC, if you wish to try to join in and make history with it you can. Just ask please.)

[Canon]

Ch1 Ep2: Introduction

*They arrive to the military site*

Henry: "Well since you keep following me I'll show you around the place, and you'll get to meet my boss."

Waffles: "..."

Henry: "What is your name anyway? *He looks at the tag on my shirt* Waffles, huh. Interesting enough I guess. Well follow me."

Henry: "This is the medical bay, is where most soldiers are being and recovered from any serious injuries that happen throughout the war"

Henry: "This is my boss, hey General!"

*General walks up to Henry*

General H.G: "what is that you need right now?"

Henry: "I'm just showing this new guy around here and I think it will be nice for him to be introduced to you."

General H.G: "Well I oughta.. The names General Hubert Galeforce, nice to meet you what's your name rookie?"

*General shakes hands with Waffles*

Waffles: "..."

Henry: "His name was Waffles on the tag of his shirt, I don't know where he came from. I just found him after I took down the airship, I don't think he can speak at all."

General H.G: "Well that's something I gotta get used to, but welcome on the team. *pats Waffles' back* Glad to have you here. Henry, I'll be back in my office if you need me."

Henry: "Alrighty then."

*The General walks away*

Henry: "Well I might aswell continue the tour around."

*They walk towards a armory like area*

Henry: "This is the firing range, this is where you can test all sorts of weapons we made, or stole. Whatever, as long as where winning."

Waffles: "..."

Henry: "Okay....*points towards a restaurant* That's the cafeteria, self explanatory. *Henry turns* and over there is-"

Ellie: "Sup Henry."

Henry: "Sup, how you've been?"

Ellie: "Feeling good.*points at waffles* Who's the new guy?"

Henry: "That's just Waffles, found him in the forest."

Waffles: "..."

Ellie: "Is he always like that or..?"

Henry: "Yeah he doesn't speak."

Ellie: "Oh, well uh, nice to meet you, Waffles? *Ellie offers a hand shake*

Waffles: *Grabs Ellie's hand*

Ellie: "Eh, close enough. Hey, he should go meet Charles."

Henry: "You're right, we just need to know what his interest of weapons are."

Ellie: "True..."

Next: Ch1 Ep3: Training

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[teamtriplethreat]

Wait a sec…

Uhh… Henry, you’re probably gonna hate me for this but I need to test my theory-

oh, by the way,

I think Ellie and Charles think you’re dead. They’re planning a funeral an everything cause they think you’re not alive :)

warning might count as flashy gifs, idk

definitely eye strain, though this whole section has been, ngl

Oh hey, whats that in the background 👀

RAPH’S PANICKING, RAPH’S PANICKING

Well! I’m glad I got through that nice and calmly!

*insert disaster behind them

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[mica949]

Toppat Android!Charles lore Slight warning for robot violence!

Burt pretended he didn’t like Charles’s presence, but he caught him smiling every now and then. 

He was jumping back and forth between jobs, trying to find something in the clan that he would like to do for the foreseeable future. For now, he was working in intel and communications. Along with Burt, it was his job to send messages to the different divisions: the  ones who stayed on earth and ones who went up to the space station. 

It was actually pretty fun. He was learning code, leading how to encrypt messages so the government wouldn’t be able to read them. In fact, he was getting curious…

“Hey Burt.” He ignored the way the other sighed as he spoke up again. “How good are you at decoding stuff?”

Burt looked him up and down, then spoke in his usual monotone. “Pretty good. Only been doing this for about 20 years.”

Wow, 20 years? That was intense. But hey, boosted his chances. “Do you think you could decode my coding? And like, change stuff?”

Charles couldn’t read the expression on Burt’s face. “Would you… want that?”

“Oh yeah. There’s like, a lot of memories that are blocked off, and I know they put in an anti-Toppat coding cus my head keeps screaming at me. Stuff like that, y’know?” He shrugged his shoulders. 

“I probably could. I’ve done this kind of thing before.” Now it was Charles’s turn to raise an eyebrow. Burt ignored him though, reaching under a table and pulling out a series of cables. “What kind do you use? I got USB, USBC, parallel, all that stuff.” 

“Oh. Uh, USBC, I think.” He took his headphones off, feeling the small port behind his left ear. “Yeah, USBC.” 

After looking through the cables, Burt pulled out a long red cord and abruptly stuck it in the port. Charles was about to complain, but suddenly felt completely overwhelmed at how much information there was. The port allowed for a two sided link, and from his place in his chair Charles could feel the dormant mechanisms in the station, just waiting for orders. 

“Wow. That’s… intense.” It felt as though a crowd had its eyes on him, waiting for him to lead. He had to squeeze his eyes shut and send through the port go away, I’m not in charge here, just getting some adjustments, I’ll be out of your nonexistent hair soon.

Burt was silent, but Charles could hear clicking on the computer and feel his folders being opened and looked through. It was honestly kind of violating, but he was used to it. Just forced himself to take deeper breaths.

“They used the same encrypting for you that they use for their ‘top secret’ messages. What idiots.” Charles poked an eye open, seeing Burt look exhausted as he looked through his mind. “Who wrote this? Objective C is so outdated.”

“Well, I was made a long time ago. It’s probably just easier to keep it that way.”

“Still. You’d be able to run a lot faster on C++.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m so dumb.” He said with a chuckle.”

“…You’re not dumb.” Burt muttered. Honestly, Charles’s heart felt a bit warmed. “Oh, you’re right. They do have anti-toppat coding. Seriously, who programmed you? There’s so many if/elses in here. I could replace them with a switch and…”

Charles chuckled. He’d never seen Burt so passionate about anything. “Well. Just delete it. Or don’t, if that would break me.”

“Give me just a second.”

Oh man, the feeling of his coding being rewritten was always disorienting. He closed his eyes again, busying his hands with fiddling with a fancy studded band on his pointer finger. His first steal, and honestly it was good for destressing.

Huh. Oh wow. All that anxiety about Burt and Henry and Ellie just… disappeared. That was weird. “I’m assuming you did it, so, thanks.” 

Burt was silent. Charles could hear more clicking and scrolling, followed by some typing. Then a scoff. “The archiving system is so basic. You have no idea how much I want to rewrite all of this.”

Charles didn’t quite understand. It sounded complicated. “Can you just… get rid of it? Delete some stuff?” 

“I think if I just deleted this line, then…”

Oh. He remembered now. The others. The explosion. Back when he was pilot-delta-9.

Intel-alpha-2, who almost got decommissioned for stepping on the foot of a soldier who bullied Charles. Sol-beta-1, who acted tough but couldn’t fall asleep without a plushie as big as they were. Hell, around a hundred little robots who all looked forward to being on the front line once they passed training. 

Then one night, a siren sounded seconds before their building was filled with fire. 

He heard gunshots, people screaming either for help or to kill others who were still standing. Charles was trapped under rubble, holding the lifeless hand of his friend whose head was pierced through by a support beam. Water was beginning to fill the area, and he wasn’t quite waterproof yet. He held his head up as much as he could, trying to prevent it from getting in his hard drive. Despite not having a mouth, he remembered covering the area and hoping desperately that the person who found him would be a good guy. 

It was 2 days later, when the smoke had finally settled, that someone lifted the chunk of ceiling to find the two robots under it. 

That was when he was given his cozy jacket, to try and cheer him up as he passed the mangled hard drives of his friends. He knew that they’d locked those memories off to keep him from causing a fuss, but how did he just forget that? 

He didn’t realize he’d stopped breathing until a hand tapped his shoulder. He couldn’t help but flinch. 

“Are… you alright?”

Charles forced himself to start breathing again. Despite the thoughts that were running through his head, that Burt could surely read, he put on a forced smile. “I’ve been better? It was kinda intense. Don’t lock it up again though! I don’t want to forget…”

Burt nodded. “Go get a drink or something.” The cord was pulled out of his head, and Charles sighed in relief as he was just himself again. It felt like a chore to put his headphones back on and stand. 

He had a lot to think about. 

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